Loving correspondence.
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My dear I start not knowing what to say
As I sit here thinking a thinking every day
My poems oft’ fall to deaf ears daily
A waste of good time people tell me.

I feel from time to time , not often
Sometimes the rhyme exceeds perfection
Then worth the wait like mazes entered
Or fun from someone’s beach house rented.

I just let the fingers type the message.
Of what comes forth both good n plenty
The prose or grammar it won’t matter
It’s from the heart , not silly chatter.

It did my heart good with your missive
My treasure chest ,the top ,you’ve lifted
See now the rays of sun-beams glowing
From the roof tops , let us both be crowing.

The Thousandth man accused of crimes
Of broadcasting such amazing rhymes
Lies or deceit the untrue allegations
My resolve is strengthening day by day.

Though hard it is to gain approval.
Of one’s peers or social equals.
Princes, paupers, pals or pansies
Whatever person takes your fancy.

Though few persons need to sing my praises
I am your loving  Poet n I’m not crazy.
Craving only some slight recognition
To feed my thirst for your satisfaction.

So thank you Darling for your kind praise.
You lift up my heart both day on day.
Inspiring the best rhymes in me
To impress you with my poetry.
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Written by Philip
December 12th 2018.