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 fails to gently caress every skin inch of skin
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.
