This Poem Is So Syrupy Sweet It Could Make One a Diabetic

YOU ARE RIGHT TO WRITE I keep all of your letters in one neat pile They stay on my desk in favor of a file I keep them like that to remind me of your style And don’t allow anyone ever to defile your smile I envision that grin I love which graces your face As I recall the comfort of your embryonic embrace A great deal of people say “good things never last” But please, girl, don’t ever become a part of my past I am never alone because of the letters you send And relaxation becomes mine when I read what you’ve penned Then if missing you begins to hurt too much I gaze at a photo of you that blesses my hutch Magically looking at that pile makes me feel better As I grow more in love with your every letter The love I feel for you leaves me aghast So please girl, never become a part of my past © 2011.…..Poefree (SHE TREATENED TO DENY ME SOMETHING PLEASURABLE IF I DIDN'T POST THIS POEM)