
Hesitantly lifting up the pen
Trying to remember when
Last we spoke
Or ever wrote
Words of love and so now begin.
When I first saw your face, you were mine
Two thousand stars seen by my human eye
Softly shining deep and gray
And then you even looked my way,
It seemed as if your stars shone back in return
I wanted so much to learn
Every subject of your being
What was underneath what I was seeing
I wanted to know every bit of you
Seeing two thousand stars was the first clue,
But now I write this to renew
What I saw and felt and knew.
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Poetics:For the love of letters
Cheryl this flows so well and your intensity of feelings emanates from it.
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Thank you. I meant well
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You’re welcome 🙂
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Beautiful, I love the soft rhyming cadence.
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Thanks for reading
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So sweet Cheryl
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I hope the letter reach the receiver well.
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Too late but I always told him when he was alive
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