Love Letters Love letters, old,
Or borrowed or blue,
I open them up,
Pretend they're from you.
I read them with longing,
Love etched in each line,
You say, "Yes, I love you,
Be my Valentine".
They're kept in an envelope,
All yellowed with time,
And signed with your name,
The two hearts entwined.
I carefully fold them,
And put them away,
Along with the memories,
Of our younger days.
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