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Temperatures fall on this late September day

She paces, thousands of times, back and forth

along with the soft sounds of Lionel Ritchie playing

in the old sitting room,

the room where they spent many a night

lying in front of a wood burning fire

sipping wine and sharing plans and dreams,

she peers out the large casement window

 in hopes to see 

if the mail had been delivered

if there was a letter for her

he was usually there by now

but the snow must have slowed him down

finally he has arrived.

That long walk to the end of the drive 

bundled in her warmest jacket, scarf wrapped tightly

underneath her pure white ear muffs

wearing anything and everything 

to keep the elements at bay.

finally she arrives

Her heart races, and with one peek, she smiles

grabs that letter and just cant wait

closes her eyes and holds it close to her face

she can smell his musk 

she can imagine his soft touch

delicately she opens it up and reads :

My beloved
I long for the night when we can be together
to run my fingers through that silky hazel hair
tread my kisses down your neck
rub my hands across your soft toned olive skin
to slowly and passionately kiss you 
like a real woman needs to be kissed
My beloved
I can't wait for the days I can hold you tight
when I can protect you
pamper you
make sweet love to you
My beloved
You are in my every thought and in my dreams
I think of you before I sleep
and again when I wake
I can picture those salty almond eyes
 gazing into mine
until the end of time
My beloved I shall return to you shortly
I L U
I'm Yours Forever

Tears slowly fall down her blushed cheeks

The cold no longer bothers her

and her sated heart and the snowflakes begin to melt

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