Dear Donia, I found myself writing your name because I have always preferred alliteration to rhyme. I prefer alliteration because beginnings are always exciting, passionate, and full of life, and endings are always a brown shade of autumn.
Dear Donia, Spring is a lover whose hands were cut in war but never failed to gently trace the lightening strokes so called stretch marks Spring is a lover who would build his tongue a hand, and leave me in awe because hands grab but tongues grasp.
Dear Donia, I hope your lover never falls short of using her tongue the way a poet uses his. I hope you find meaning between the folds of her body. I hope her kisses taste like your favorite words.
Dear Donia, I hope she helps you see the free verse that you are; full of alliteration, and with no rhyme.