I can't believe you kept my old love letters;
Tucked away in a box like some
forgotten treasure.
I scarcely dare to think "Who
was that young
And daring fool
Who spread himself so unabashedly,
With such full measure;
Who opened up so blatantly
The secrets held inside
And spread them out onto the pages
For just your eyes to see."
All the private hopes and dreams;
Desires to be fulfilled;
All the dreams which we both knew
Were somehow meant to be.
We were young and we were foolish
Filled with floods of youth's
desires,
Warmed by longings, fueled by hope,
Hearts ablaze with passion's fires.
Now you sit there on the floor
Reading every single line
As if it were the first time
through.
All is new as you relive
Each paragraph as they unfold
To kiss a tearful eye...
And I, your silent sentinel,
Am left to wonder why.
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