Overflowing letters
The words to her, he wrote
She kept them neatly, in a box
So sweet, was every note

Of how he thought about her
What she meant to him, his bride
As he watched her, walking toward him
His heart, so full of pride

Knowing she was only his
This blessing in his life
Remembering that summer day
When she became his wife

But time slipped quietly by
And the letters now impart
The memories he tucked away
Yet, kept within his heart

Reminiscent of her beauty
A red rose, he leaves behind
As the scent of her still lingers
Intertwined, in heart and mind

 

 

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