Notes from The Concordia

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1.
Cobwebs now grow on my conversations with her.
Intrigue has fallen to a lack of hours,
Or time in the day to pursue a lyrical fling,
A silly thing.

I'll write her again.
She might reply,
One day,
Like a bolt from the blue,
A last heroic charge back to the hot lust,
Of a lover unmet.

2.
An admission for you;
Her heart does ponder,
Loves letters of wonder,
As much as the next.

Her heart swells,
In rolling waves.
It's often the untouchable,
That she craves.

This "lyrical fling",
Of a maestro who sings,
Is spice in the day of this,
Frivolous heart.

But can a black-text romance,
Ever really stand a chance?

Her heart,
Can it be tamed?
The art of love letters,
Has surely changed.

3.
The message was sent,
The reply received:
Understood. But how,
Can a dusk fuelled,
Love note writer,
Find resolve for,
Feelings placed,
In unknown places?

She say she understands,
And so I finish this note,
With a kiss,
And no regret,
For that vision,
In a picture,
On a rooftop.