Today I wrote down words to love,
Some things I've meant to say,
Pithy prose I've oft dreamt of
But lost along the way.
For some reason though,
Today was the riper time.
With ink and paper in tow
I commenced my outline.
I spat down quandaries that do baffle,
I threw out character attacks in a huff,
I carved in faults of the emotion that ruffle,
And sealed the note with all it's haughty stuff.
Upset though I sat as one,
Before my envelope I could send,
I daydreamed of that someone--
My love and dearest friend.
So sits this letter now
On the desk all untouched,
If I'll send, I don't know,
But by love I've been touched.
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