Here, I'll write you a letter,
all sweet and cliché,
folded in an envelope
and sealed with a kiss.
I'll tell you all about my self
and ask, with interest, of yours;
each thought and idea illustrated
with my doodles and notes.
I'll speak of fields with grasses green
and sparkling stars up high
that we could lay in and marvel at
if we were to fall in love.
I'll write down my daydreams
of a small apartment with you -
one pet, two kids,
you and I, aging together.
I'll put in a love poem,
with unique combinations
of twenty-six letters and more
to promise my eternity to you.
But at the end of the letter,
maybe you'll come to see
that I signed no name
nor written an address.
So there, that is the end
to our short love affair;
we'll leave it to one letter
to keep the perfection forever.
The daydream I created for us
in that one paper, front and back,
will remain our tiny little secret
and our perfect little world.
Dec 28, 2012
Dec 28, 2012 at 5:13 PM UTC
Here, I'll write you a letter,
all sweet and cliché,
folded in an envelope
and sealed with a kiss.
I'll tell you all about my self
and ask, with interest, of yours;
each thought and idea illustrated
with my doodles and notes.
I'll speak of fields with grasses green
and sparkling stars up high
that we could lay in and marvel at
if we were to fall in love.
I'll write down my daydreams
of a small apartment with you -
one pet, two kids,
you and I, aging together.
I'll put in a love poem,
with unique combinations
of twenty-six letters and more
to promise my eternity to you.
But at the end of the letter,
maybe you'll come to see
that I signed no name
nor written an address.
So there, that is the end
to our short love affair;
we'll leave it to one letter
to keep the perfection forever.
The daydream I created for us
in that one paper, front and back,
will remain our tiny little secret
and our perfect little world.
