She spends hours writing love letters
Post marking them for a later date
In case she thinks of something
More loving along the way

She adds an even number of flower petals
With a slight hint of perfume
The scent of lilac is her favorite
Sometimes a touch of cinnamon when it fits her mood

She dot's all her  " I's " with flowers
And all her punctuation marks with hearts
Because she feels that love is and always will be
A lost form of art

When she does send them on their way
Single stamped and single file
Giving each a lasting kiss
And bids a part of herself farewell