The Love Letter

 

Words that were written such a long time ago.

Yet time has taught a new love to grow.

 

Words that were written to give a sence of whole.

Time sings her song and dances upon my soul.

 

Memories so clouded and vast.

A longing and yearning from the past.

 

My skin is now wrinkled and my beauty is but a flicker.

As I sit in my rocking chair made of wicker.

 

I shall rock back and fourth.... till the end of time.

Remembering the moments when my heart was thine.

 

Rose June 2008