If She Gives You Her Heart Don't You Break It || Kate & Leo Oneshots

Our poems

*I apologise in advance. This chapter is going to be extremely poetry heavy and quite short. Naturally, both of the poems are written by me and i would love to hear your opinions if you wish to share! I hope you enjoy.
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I always found love letters to be so underestimated. They take boldness to compose and are unbelievably lifting to peruse; to deliver yourself so sincerely exposed is a profound demonstration of adoration.

Me and Leo write them to eachother, I think that goes without saying. Sometimes, these letters were silly, nonsense between two lovers really.
We used to write cheesy Titanic quotes on paper and shove them in eachothers coat pockets, sniggering as we impatiently waited for them to be discovered.

Recently though, we discovered the beauty of poems.
During our time on the set of Revolutionary Road, particularly during the evenings, we used to pour over poetry anthologies, ones with sonnets most frequently.

We even began to pen some of our own, it will truly mesmerising to just note our feelings down and turn our thoughts and ideas into wondrous verses.
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Kate sat at the table, sipping on a cup of tea, watching as the steam rose from the umber coloured liquid.
The day was crisp, as it often was in England. Tiny snowflakes gathered amongst the morning due, misting up the window in a fine manner.

The only sound in the entire house was that of the old grandfather clock in the hall. It chimed every half an hour and quietly ticked for the rest of the time. Peaceful is the adjective people would use to describe this. Yet Kate would say that it made her feel lonely.

Her mornings were always spent like this, staring out into the hopeless emptiness of the world, wishing that she would hear something from the outside world.
Anything.

In a trice, the letterbox clashed against the door and Kate felt the urge to sprint to the doorstep.
Giddy as she was, she followed through with her urge and swiftly set her eyes on a letter, signed with a familiar scrawly handwriting.

Leo's.
She ran her nail along the envelope and quickly opened it before unfolding the paper.

"To Kate. Another poem for you.

Love is a fine wine.
Its a spell that you can't help but fall into
It's intoxicating; it devours all of your senses
and makes you feel dizzy and lost
In your own headspace

Love is a fine wine.
it's hard to find but special
When you can find it
Its bittersweet in a
Way that's ever so divine

For love, my darling, is a fine wine."

Immediately, she felt as if she needed to respond with a poem.
She took a pen and paper and ran back to the table.

Fortunately the words formulated and flowed such as rivers do. She finished the poem in a matter of minutes and quickly scrambled to find an envelope and a stamp. One quick read over before sliding it into paper.

"If I am bessotted
Will you requite my feelings?
If I am excited
Will you leap around with me?
If I am sobbing my heart out
With tears, will you weep with me?
If I am yelling and i'm raging
And I need that gentle hand to bring me back
Will you cease me from engaging?
For I believe that
we should go through life
Shoulder to shoulder
Hand in glove
Until death do us part
Because you are my one and only love."

Love is the most difficult this to comprehend yet it seemed as if Kate and Leo completely understood it and eachother.
For they were both soulmates.