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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I'm remembering our tender moments; how sweet was love that filled pages of poetry you will never read, where I wrote of my affection and things I no longer have the chance to say. Words of passion, anger, and dreams that were swept away. Melodies of memories I hold, still flow within my broken heart. I try to console myself with writing you since we've drifted apart, by recalling your voice as it gently whispered close to my ear. Utterances that I'll not ever forget because I hold them dear. Had I only imagined or fantasized that you loved me, too? No, I knew your heart loved mine before we both vowed, "I do." I remember the day you took my hand and knelt upon one knee. "Yes!" I cried, and I saw the desire in your eyes for want of me. I cannot chase those reveries away. Ones of your lilting laughter, thinking we'd share that tethered treasure of love forever after. Love; the greatest of all glorious gifts to each other we could offer, more priceless than precious gems or coins that would fill a coffer. You once asked me to write a pensive poem about a fallen star ~ A foreshadowing as I think back now, pondering where you are. I wonder if you still think of me with the same thoughts I remember or have you forgotten me as if there's not a spark left in that ember? Once it burned brightly. I don't want to believe that could be true for my heart still beats with longing and the yearning want of you. I will close this letter in these wistful words, "With love, always." Perhaps not the sentiment that I should fondly offer you these days. Forgive the stains that have blotched the ink. They're from my tears. I haven't managed to staunch their flow, even after all these years. I addressed the envelope to our home, but it matters not one whit that neither of us still live there. I know it's time that I get over it but this letter will join the others I keep hidden inside a desk drawer. Bound with crimson ribbon, written for a love I can no longer implore.
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