Dearest Love
I sit down in my chair, feet up, wrapped hair.I'm writing a letter to tell my love how much I care.
I have tea in hand, cream with a little sugar,
I start out "Dearest Love" on the paper.
I write how I love that he's mine.
I say how I love to spend time.
I compare him to air,
How I need it and its always there.
I smile as I reflect,
On the way we connect.
How all the girls pray
For a man that acts that way.
And how lucky I must be
'Cuz My Love chose me.
I write pages of praise
Of how he brightens my days.
And words can't keep up
with the feelings that erupt
when I think of My Love
and the things that he does.
I continue on for pages
about his unshaking patience.
And characteristics I lack
he possesses and gives back.
I list examples and draw pictures
of how together we're the perfect mixture.
And lastly I remember to say
how I hope he doesn't go away.
Then I fold my paper and hide it away
Until I find My Love someday.
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