Love Letters

She spends hours writing love letters
Post marking them for a later date
In case she thinks of something
More loving along the way

She adds an even number of flower petals
With a slight hint of perfume
The scent of lilac is her favorite
Sometimes a touch of cinnamon when it fits her mood

She dot's all her " I's " with flowers
And all her punctuation marks with hearts
Because she feels that love is and always will be
A lost form of art

When she does send them on their way
Single stamped and single file
Giving each a lasting kiss
And bids a part of herself farewell
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Rodrigues Avatar
January 29, 2017 at 6:59 PM
So true of a love letter. We often don't realize the love that gets poured into them before they are scented and sent. Your such a romantic!
Andresen Avatar
January 29, 2017 at 8:18 AM
- Real old fashioned love letter with perfume .... unique today - The mailman has just bills to deliver ... they smell bad - A great poem, Mike - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
Hoffman Avatar
January 29, 2017 at 7:45 AM
I agree~ it is definitely a lost form of art; your sweet romantic poem will probably bring back a lot of nostalgic memories for some folks Mike! Enjoyed!:)
Capitano Avatar
January 29, 2017 at 6:40 AM
Writing letters is certainly a lost art. Good one Mike.
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