A faded envelope, timeworn and creased,
Holds within its folds a piece
Of a heart, a whispered sigh,
A story told, a tear-dropped eye.
Ink stains on the paper, bold yet faint,
Speak of love, of loss, of saint.
Words crafted with such tender care,
Convey emotions rich and rare.
Dear heart, the letter starts its tale,
Of dreams fulfilled and moments frail.
A promise made, a vow unbroken,
Through the years, love's true token.
With every line, memories bloom,
Of sunny days and nights of gloom.
Through distance vast or moments brief,
The letter carries both joy and grief.
As eyes scan the heartfelt script,
Feel the pulse, the soul's fingertip.
A bridge across the chasm wide,
A tether strong through time and tide.
So keep this letter, cherish well,
For in its words, love's echoes swell.
A testament to time's embrace,
A written kiss, a gentle grace.
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CHRISTIAN P
I am “Christian p" a passionate writer with an insatiable curiosity and a lover of storytelling let's dive into the realm of words, weaving into narratives that captivate the imagination. Drawing inspiration from life's experiences.
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Wonderful! The enduring nature of written words, acting as a bridge across time and distance, it encourages us to treasure and hold dear these tangible expressions of love and connection, the final lines eloquently depict the letter as a testament to the embrace of time and a gentle grace that resonates deeply, great job, CHRISTIAN!