The Love Letter

Pressed gently between the pages,
of Romeo and Juliet,
like a long lost emotion,
tenderly preserved,
was the letter,
faded and slightly brittle.

It brought the past forward,
as if it were a mere simple journey,
the stroke of the pen had faded,
in places,
but the words could still be read,
the heart that beat ,
upon the page,
just as clearly seen,
as the day she wept upon it,
and thanked fate for her gifts. 

His love shines there like a jewel,
his words a promise,
kept there, just there,
long after they had gone from life,
a silent reminder,
that some things,
are too life changing,
to ever truly die.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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