An epistolary poem
‘Tis is the season of love, my dear!
Do you feel it in the fragrance of flowers
or when dainty butterfly dances or hovers?
Magic is abound, I truly believe.
Why not step outside into an open space
where the sun-kissed sky
wraps you in its warm embrace,
so you know—even from miles apart—I stand beneath
the same sky—thinking of you,
whispering wishes into the echoing world
letting you know we are wrapped
in a blanket of love,
threaded with energies
of endless affection,
where you & I bear witness to its abundance.
Did you know, love doesn’t need a rhyme?
‘Tis is the season of love, my dear, it’s truly sublime!
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