So often
I pick up my pen
Wanting to write a note
The old fashioned way
From my heart to yours
Something
That would transcend time
And destiny
Something
That would outlast
Both you and me
But my pages are blank
While the ink dries slowly
In my waiting pen
Yet not a word...
Thoughts are teeming inside my mind
There's so much that I want to speak
Words...that would immortalize
The sweet nothings
Our souls have forever been whispering
But tell me
How can I trap our love
Limitless and profound
Into words?
They would just lay boundaries
To feelings vast as the sky
And beyond
So I seal my blank sheet
In an envelope of truth
For aeons to read
A love...not defined and confined
By mere words
I let our fairytale run free
Upon the gentle breeze....
MS
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