The Postage Stamp

I have traveled the world Across the oceans and great lands I have seen this earth from high above A majestic orb in clouded beauty From afar the pain of man, unseen I have exposed myself Like a naked Rembrandt on display I was seen in the museum of the common man As I journeyed far and wide No one took any notice, of my quiet observations All my voyages have ended So now I sit tranquil in the corner One day, someone will discover me And see, the stories I have to tell Of kings and Queens, and lovers lost I may even tell a tale of woe A sad story, buried in old archives Of a love that was both great and sad For those in love who never knew The love letter lost, postage due