If I could bottle the warmth in your letters I could be a millionaire.
Never has woman been so blessed as to read words penned with such care.
You say you love my poetry and it gives your heart a glow.
But I say each letter you write to me is poetic genius. I should know.
If I live to be a hundred, I will always keep them near,
These perfect missives that you write and I hold to be most dear.
My Love, if ever womankind was wooed in a more romantic way,
The judge had simply never seen the note you scrawled to me today.
Had I never met you and just measured the man you seem to be
In the letters that you write, I could not help but see,
The strength and independence, the wit and humor flitting there.
I'd be obliged to love you still when I read how much you care.
Jessica,
This must surely be one of the most beautiful poems you wrote. It grabbed at my heart and started wringing. I do hope that this is about an old love and that the hurt has subsided a little.
Christine