Love Letters - 1

Letter #1
Dearest Love,

You sent me poetry
and I ate it up
like the purest apple
from the serpent's tree
I drank it readily
like the finest of wines
Were you here
I would have poured you a glass
so we could link arms
to consume it together
like the most ridiculous of old movies
And for that thought
and the dozens of others that followed
I thank you
You who knows my every weakness
just how to sweep me off my feet
you are the world to me
the sun
the moon.

I cannot wait to hear from you again.

Most Sincerely and Lovingly Yours.

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