Love Letters
Something to do with my hands;
My quill paints the sky with my thoughts of you;
Love letters shine in constellations,
finally letting everything pent up flow;
Sipping on the stardust in the air
shooting out this fury of love letters;
Freeing the sparks of all my words
to become flames upon the wind;
Somewhere to send my gaze,
I look upon the star filled sky;
Somehow I know
the love letters I sealed with my kisses,
you collected that night.
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