Pharos Beckons

Lost Love

From my mother's closet I pull free a beautifully decorated box

Containing lost letters to my Grandmother, they met at Spring equinox

Bound together with a ribbon red as blood and silky smooth

Tugging at it, like this secret tugged at her heart and soul, the letters slide free, could this be the truth?

Discovering the love of a man I've never met before; my grandfather

Hannah, You seemed a vision of perfection to me

I can't wait to touch your lips with mine again

I so long for your tender touch, it pains me

I love you darling, and I hope this magic feeling never ends, I know it's not in vain

Chatwin, I never wanted to let you go

You are the one I love, the one I cherish, the one that keeps me going

The first moment our bare skin touched, and you made me yours, you made a promise to never let go

A promise that you are mine, forever to keep, my heart overflowing

Hannah, Every morning when I wake I feel you next to me

I can smell your sweet perfume, feel your hair against my chest.

My heart feels bruised for wanting you so badly

Thank you for waiting, I feel so blessed

Chatwin, I am different now from when we met, a passionate young woman

Desires that only you can fill; fill with love, touch and kisses

I want to absorb everything you want to give me, keep you close to my bosom

Your love is growing inside me, so much riches

Hannah, Describing happiness in just one sentence: 'My love is growing in you and leaps everytime you say my name.'

I wish I could draw you a picture of my heart, it would boast with pride, happiness and love

Happiness is that you carry within you, my heart, a piece of me that no one can take away, a heart now aflame

It fills me with pleasure, your innocence, an indescribable pleasure from above

Chatwin, The time is near that I will need you more than ever, the fear inside me is burning like a fire

Scared to walk this journey alone, your letters are like music to my ears, it sings to my soul, soothing me

In daytime I hold my face up to the sun, the evening to the moon - pretending it is you I admire

Waiting for the rays to touch me like you did, reaching out for a kiss that never comes. Why do you linger, I plea?

Fingers gliding over the words, a handwriting more familiar

To Hannah: The girl who loved Chatwin T. Daniels Jr

Sorry to announce, he has passed on to another world

But I, Anthony Troy, could love you and your unborn child the same, the letter affirmed