Love Letters
Love wrote me a letter today. It was sealed with a kiss so passionate that it touched my lips the very minute I opened it. As I broke the seal, Romeo and Juliet escaped into my thoughts. I felt breathless, almost faint as Shakespeare appeared before my very eyes and reminded me that this was no ordinary love.
I laughed out loud like a child lost in a world filled with play dates, where the son of Adam and the daughter of Eve run off into the sunset.
As I held the secrets of its journey close to my heart, I treasured them like sand castles, Roman Kings, Egyptian Queens, Greek Gods, ancient jewels, and pyramids in far away lands.
Hypnotic fragrances of romance traveled in the air and landed in the palm of my hand like a butterfly that had finally found its way home. Enchanted moments sweeter than cotton candy and more colorful than rainbow dreams drifted in and out of time.
Love wrote me a letter today. It was written with a pen of faith dipped in promises to love for better or for worse until death do us part. And even then these kindred spirits would reunite to engrave their signatures in a cloud resting on truth.
As I laughed and cried, I found myself peacefully still as the old jukebox played our favorite song. I danced in its embrace as each lyric touched my heart.
Love wrote me a letter today. I relived its beginning, shared its history, and became lost in its memories. And now, I long for love to knock on my door and set my soul free.
Love,
Rose
Love wrote me a letter today but it wasn't sealed with a kiss; it was open and bare.
As I looked inside I saw the imprints of faded memories, fantasies, hopes and dreams.
There were visions and silhouettes of images of lovers past. I could smell them, the scents of their bodies all masked in the fragrance of our love.
I could feel them, taste them, the sensation of their hot, passionate poison traveling through my veins, pulsating so hard that I began to lose control.
I heard them: their whispers, chanting, laughing, moaning and groaning, and making empty promises of love, marriage and future dreams.
Love wrote me a letter today, taking me back to the days of my early dwellings, where love was lost and found--in smoke-filled bars where lovers spoke no names and spirits had no faces. It took me to places where Mommy was present and Daddy was known only when monthly checks came in.
And I knew cupid, a red man in an arrow suit, who pierced my heart with fiery darts of fairytales and lies.
Love wrote me a letter today, but this time the letter read, "Open only when you're ready to love yourself."
Love,
Hillary