The Storage

I kept the letters we wrote each other I saved every dream and thought we once had Of the love we wanted so much Of the love we missed so much I kept the letters, each carrying a different ink of time and mood I saved the tears, the laughter, the silence, the fighting, the smiles... But mostly the joy and joys of having each other But mainly the powerful whispers of our love to each other I kept the letters, they were getting younger As I was getting older I saved the youth of our love, that never fades And as I look back at those words we told each other, my aging days feel younger I know my storage is full of treasures.