Your Letters

To read and write sentiments which you and i have constructed, wraps my heart in embroidered cloth, similar to those Yeats spoke so fondly of. It is as if those letters send me on a path of happiness, which leads to a different world, full of grins both childish and passionate, but never sinister. A world created by you, and only you, of which you used words and letters to create. And this world is watched over, by sea blue eyes filled with dense and magical forestry.