Letter Three

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Dear Love,

You caressed my hand

and told me about you.

I wept

for you and 

for your past.

I can't help

but love you 

for making it through.

You told me it was I

that gave you the strength,

but I never knew.

I'm sorry 

my dear love

for all the things

you have endured

and maybe someday

we will tackle them together,

and maybe someday

I'll tell you mine.

I'm sorry dear love

I think I love you even more.

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