I promise you the next time I write,
I would write your name in place with mine.
So that people would look for you and not me,
and they would see, my love, the reason why I write.
As they gaze at your face, they would understand.
As they hear your voice, they would know
that many a next time I would write,
but only of one they are sowed;
and even without you,
I wouldn't for another.
I'd just retell our story. Your stories. How my heart has been taken. The joys. The frowns. Our very endeared moments. The tragedies.
I would retell it in a hudred different ways, but I don't think I could write for another because only you and your kisses give my pen its ink and my words the power.
I would retell it.
But I wish I never should.
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