Out of a box, a dusty old box
a treasure trove of letters found,
written long ago in a familiar hand
full of heartfelt emotion unbound.
They spoke of love and passion;
words from the depths of a heart
from a time so very long ago,
long before we had to part.
As if a coal had burst into flame
reading what you had to say
reminded me what I felt then
is the same as I feel today.
The passion that we once shared
we may never get to show,
my dear sweet darling friend
and a future we may never know.
And although we are far apart,
for me time has been kind
though given what might have been
my heart has stood the test of time.
To this day your words remain
to me a lasting treasure,
to this day your words bring
back memories of pleasure.
And though desire may wane
never lose sight of love's wealth
and never lose feeling passion
if not for me then for life itself.
- Author: James Alexander (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 18th, 2021 12:28
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 24
Comments1
Aren't letters fantastic.
Words that jump out as little pictures taking you back to that time.
Even as time has waned, the memories stay fresh.
So true. There is something wonderful about reading a letter written by hand as is the pleasure of holding a book and turning pages.
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