Love. Lucency. Lassitude.

45. If love was a letter

If love was a letter,
With dusty folds,
I'd write you an old heart poem,
Out of the stories it told.

I'd deliver it silently,
By your heart,
Unnamed, unsigned,
Like an anonymous piece of art.

Those crusty papers would hold,
A long, light, feathery smell,
Of rain, of daisies,
Of the stories my heart wishes to tell.

And when time will pass,
And you forget about me,
I'll sneak into your heart,
Enfold the bottled letter and throw it to float forever on your sea.
~*~