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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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Line Gauthier

Date: 2/15/2018 11:26:00 PM

What a lovely poem. Adorable in every way. A definite FAVE for me.

Rhoda Tripp
Date: 2/20/2018 10:39:00 PM

Awww...thank you, Line. I am humbled and appreciative.

Edward Mccall

Date: 12/21/2017 3:05:00 PM

That is such a cute, sweet poem I love the ending did not expect that. :-)

Rhoda Tripp
Date: 12/21/2017 6:11:00 PM

Thanks, Edward. I appreciate your kindness. I love a good twist at the end.

Pat Adams

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

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.

James Inman

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.

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.

CayCay Jennings

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

CayCay Jennings
Date: 12/19/2017 8:27:00 AM

Would he look at me?

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.

John Gondolf

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

Rhoda Tripp
Date: 12/16/2017 6:00:00 AM

Undoubtedly!

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

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.

Paul Callus

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

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.