A love letter
By Leila Shirazi
December 11, 2003
When I wake in the morning and look out the window, at the ribbons
of color rising endlessly into the sky, I catch a glimpse of
your name written in the breeze, gently rousing the trees from
Just hearing your voice hanging heavy in the air
flushes my cheeks and sends my heart into hysterics. Your words
leave me smiling
hours after they have ceased.
Oh, how it aches that it will never be. A union
of souls never being the fruit of their destiny.
When I look into
his eyes, and kiss his lips, I will be dreaming of yours.
hand is a vice when it holds mine - imprisoning me and keeping
me from reaching out to you.
It's amazing how this happens; why we all can't
But then again, what is life without a yearning
Thank you, my love.
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