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Love Letter

In the back of my closet, high upon the shelf, there sits an old love letter that I keep to myself. Its pages are crumpled, the edges a tad bit torn. I can recite his words by memory, although the writings worn. He tells of his undying love, and how we were meant to be. Our vows whispered at the church, they were our fantasy. Like all things, neither tried nor true, we had to be apart. A victim of the ages, he broke my sixth grade heart.

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Date: 2/15/2018 11:26:00 PM
What a lovely poem. Adorable in every way. A definite FAVE for me.
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Rhoda Tripp
Date: 2/20/2018 10:39:00 PM
Awww...thank you, Line. I am humbled and appreciative.
Date: 12/21/2017 3:05:00 PM
That is such a cute, sweet poem I love the ending did not expect that. :-)
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Rhoda Tripp
Date: 12/21/2017 6:11:00 PM
Thanks, Edward. I appreciate your kindness. I love a good twist at the end.
Date: 12/20/2017 4:02:00 PM
Very sweet and probably more prevalent than people (parents) realize. So many things such as this buried in the past. It shows your loving character to keep a special moment like this! Wonderful write and a FAV for me!...........patrick
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Rhoda Tripp
Date: 12/21/2017 6:11:00 PM
Awww...thank you so much, Patrick. I'm blessed to have you hear appreciating my sappy moments. Yes, I have them from time to time. Lol.
Date: 12/16/2017 5:14:00 AM
A tender memory Rhoda. I was much too shy in the sixth grade to write letters to girls.
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Rhoda Tripp
Date: 12/16/2017 6:03:00 AM
Well then, there were probably sixth grade girls that were missing out. :) Thank you for stopping by.
Date: 12/13/2017 12:19:00 AM
So sweet. Who can't relate! Though in the 6th grade the only 'boy' who interested me was Peter Noone/Hermans Hermits. A precious tidbit with nostalgia flavoring, I liked the poem very much. CayCay
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Caycay Jennings
Date: 12/19/2017 8:27:00 AM
Would he look at me?
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Rhoda Tripp
Date: 12/16/2017 6:00:00 AM
Peter Noone? Hey! Would you look at him now? Lol. Thank you for your kind comments. You are a gem.
Date: 12/12/2017 9:49:00 AM
Awe, how sweet that you saved this keepsake, Rhoda. All my seventh grade love letters have long since been destroyed, would love to be able to read them now. I enjoyed your poem this morning. John
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Rhoda Tripp
Date: 12/16/2017 6:00:00 AM
Undoubtedly!
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John Gondolf
Date: 12/13/2017 2:17:00 PM
Hmm, first kiss between the convent and the church...I'm sure the nuns would have had something to say about that...haha
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Rhoda Tripp
Date: 12/12/2017 12:16:00 PM
Women always remember those first crushes, maybe because we are pack rats. I also remember first kiss, same young gentlemen in between the convent and the church. I dont know if the kiss was as memorable as the adrenaline rush fear of getting caught Lol. Thank you for your kind comments, John.
Date: 12/12/2017 8:48:00 AM
A lovely poem written in rhyme, Rhoda. Young love is beautiful except for any heartache that might come along with it! That's one letter worth keeping...even if you know it by heart:) Regards // paul
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Rhoda Tripp
Date: 12/12/2017 12:10:00 PM
It's the innocence...pure bliss. Yes...that one letter...Thanks for your kind heart, Paul.
Date: 12/12/2017 8:30:00 AM
Oh how wonderful! I love this! To be so honored in sixth grade! <3
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Rhoda Tripp
Date: 12/12/2017 12:08:00 PM
First kiss, first crush...and so it goes. Thank you for your kind words.
Date: 12/12/2017 7:21:00 AM
A delightful write..enjoyed reading your sweet poem, Rhoda.
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Rhoda Tripp
Date: 12/12/2017 7:37:00 AM
Thank you very much, Vijay. You are so very supportive and I so appreciate you.

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