In a Letter of Love Cherished
Your touch is like an exquisite melody divine.
My dearly beloved Harrison,
How I truly love you,
I'm sitting here thinking.
How have your days been?
Are you joyful or depressed?
Do you have delight inside?
On the horizon, the sun sets.
Stunning to behold
But it's not even close.
To the tales you've narrated
Your eyes are as bright as stars.
In the huge, unending sky
Your grin shines through your wounds and makes me feel better.
Every day, I miss you more.
Your voice, your touch, and your laughter make me long to be with you forever.
Until then, my sweetheart
I'm bringing you this dove to serve as a reminder that I love you and that we will never be separated.
Remember me,
All of my love,
Sincerely,
Your Melina
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Althea March
I am a writer who searches for facts to create compelling nonfictional accounts about our everyday lives as human beings, and I am an avid writer involved in creating short fictional stories that help to stir the imagination for anyone.
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