Third Letter to My Love

Good afternoon my Love.

How is life treating you?

Receive more of my heart in words.

When from uncharted hope I pursue thee.
My heart shall escape thy unending wait.
To thine expected love am I made bait.
Thine unexpected arrival I shall see.

When the ocean of thy sail becomes dry,
Through thunder, storms and cold snow will I pray
God’s hand, so thy wrecking sails don’t keep stray.
Then my tarry shall not end me to cry.

But of thine journey I can only hope.
Thine receipt of my letters I can’t tell.
Something within, in furry, wants to yell
At my folly, loving thee to this scope.

Let the outsider deem my love stupid.
My heart confirms; to me travels my cupid.


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