This Poem Is So Syrupy Sweet It Could Make One a Diabetic
YOU ARE RIGHT TO WRITE
I keep all of your letters in one neat pile
They stay on my desk in favor of a file
I keep them like that to remind me of your style
And don’t allow anyone ever to defile your smile
I envision that grin I love which graces your face
As I recall the comfort of your embryonic embrace
A great deal of people say “good things never last”
But please, girl, don’t ever become a part of my past
I am never alone because of the letters you send
And relaxation becomes mine when I read what you’ve penned
Then if missing you begins to hurt too much
I gaze at a photo of you that blesses my hutch
Magically looking at that pile makes me feel better
As I grow more in love with your every letter
The love I feel for you leaves me aghast
So please girl, never become a part of my past
© 2011.…..Poefree (SHE TREATENED TO DENY ME SOMETHING PLEASURABLE IF I DIDN'T
POST THIS POEM)
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