She kept them with Her, In the deepest of her heart, where they slept peacefully. The poems, I wrote her, The kisses I gave her, The memories I made her, The time, I spent with her, within an envelope, which in time, torn apart. But never forgotten. cuz, She kept them with Her, In the deepest of Her heart.
The letters to her. Even if written on a stone, will make good sand. But on heart? never get lost.