I will
write poetry to you dear.
If that
would make you see how precious you are.
The
sorrows of tomorrow no longer I shall fear.
The
thrills of the unknown are gone within a blink of an eye.
I gave
you truth; hypnotizing summer nights
fulfilled
with eternal and unconditional acceptance
of who
you have become.
I love
the way the breeze took away your worries and despondency.
I love
the way you gave in at the climax of our love story.
Poems
designated for you; and only for your eyes to read, although they don’t always
have a clear beginning, middle or end.
It’s
simply, the abstract emotion you make me feel when I hold my pen.
If I
could write poetry dear,
I will write to you every day.
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