Poems // Gale -inactive

letters to the one she love

February 14, 1999

Love letters scatters across her desk like broken glass

A radiating warm red lip smile filled the room as the sun gently rose past her window

She wanted this to be perfect

For she loved him like as if he were the air she breathed

Like the sun after a cold winter

Because his hand fit perfectly with hers

And she couldn't imagine life without him

She had to make this perfect

She let her pencil drag on

Letting love being painted beautifully in cursive

The slid the paper into the tinted envelope

Making her way to the cherry tree where she found love

And where she'll see love with her own two eyes

She parted her way through the grass

And to the cherry tree where she saw

The grass growing

Flowers blooming

And a cold dead tombstone

She lets the love letter out of her girip

And places it there

"Happy valentines day"

Her eyes roll with cold tears