Porcelain birds
Perch upon my window sill
Waiting to recieve the letter
I told them about

A letter I've been writing for weeks
Cooped up in my clockwork tower
Speaking to no one but the dust-spiders
And the squirrel that Mother still hasn't
found out about

I wrote about how much I wish
To leave this place
How much I wish to join you
In the garden we'll plant together
Laying in the grass and looking
Up at the bright orange sky
Before the sun finally sets

I wrote about the lovely meals
I'll cook and all the treats I'll bake
only for you

The animals we'll take care of
and bond with, our ideal version of
children, I suppose

The places we'll travel together
and the beautiful pictures we'll take

But most importantly
the "I love you."
at the very end to make sure
my point comes across