Sealed with a kiss, tied up with a rose;
And as you are reading, my love for you grows.
When we are apart I feel the pain;
But as you come near, I am happy again!
You know, sometimes myself I even amaze
When searching for a chance to in your eyes gaze.
And now you are finished reading this prose
That's been sealed with a kiss and tied up with a rose. ~ Rima Darkstar~
A pile of old letters
lay forgotten in an attic,
letters written long ago
in the bloom of someone’s youth.
They were tied with a pink ribbon
and kept preciously
by someone I do not know.
Each letter spoke of love,
the yearning of being apart,
and how good it would feel
to be home once again.
How wonderful it would be
back in loves arms again
away from a terrible war
that had to part them too quickly
shortly after their wedding day.
They spoke of plans for their future
and how their love would grow.
They would start afresh
at the beginnings of the first snow.
Each letter was sealed with a kiss
that was there for all to see.
It told the story of unbroken love
that would live on through every tragedy
and sealed with a kiss.
The last letter in the pile
was tear stained and edged in black.
It told the story
that her lover never came back. ~ David Harris~
