Write me a letter my love
One that I will open
With bated breath
Write me a letter
With words of rare pulchritude
Words
That will sear my heart
Words
That will awaken
A gale of passion
Inside me...
Before you leave
Write me a letter
A letter
I shall hold close
To my bosom
When the nights are cold
And feel a quiver
Of your embrace
A letter
That will bring
Your image to life
When I long
To see your face
Write me a letter my love
Poets Note:
I wrote this poem after realizing how beautiful letter writing was or is... I'm talking of an actual handwritten letter. It really sucks that technology kind of killed the art of letter writing. If in future a man will be interested in marrying me I would love for him to woo me using handwritten love letters... Yeah, I know what you are thinking, I should probably have been born in the 16th century.
I hope you enjoyed reading the poem. Please leave a comment :-)
One that I will open
With bated breath
Write me a letter
With words of rare pulchritude
Words
That will sear my heart
Words
That will awaken
A gale of passion
Inside me...
Before you leave
Write me a letter
A letter
I shall hold close
To my bosom
When the nights are cold
And feel a quiver
Of your embrace
A letter
That will bring
Your image to life
When I long
To see your face
Write me a letter my love
Poets Note:
I wrote this poem after realizing how beautiful letter writing was or is... I'm talking of an actual handwritten letter. It really sucks that technology kind of killed the art of letter writing. If in future a man will be interested in marrying me I would love for him to woo me using handwritten love letters... Yeah, I know what you are thinking, I should probably have been born in the 16th century.
I hope you enjoyed reading the poem. Please leave a comment :-)
I want to die young
With an ample bosom
While my skin is still fair
My hair black as ebony
I want to die young
My corpse shall be divine
In the land of the dead
I will surely be a belle
I want to die young
With shallow realm of love
My soul will float in zephyr
Forever breaking hearts of ghosts
With an ample bosom
While my skin is still fair
My hair black as ebony
I want to die young
My corpse shall be divine
In the land of the dead
I will surely be a belle
I want to die young
With shallow realm of love
My soul will float in zephyr
Forever breaking hearts of ghosts
The author must be a famous writer
I always judge it from its cover
I start reading from the last chapter
I fall-in-love with the wicked character
The villain...
He keeps the story twisted and turned
He is responsible for pages I have turned
He makes a book hard-to-put-down
So much
I want to read from dawn to dusk
I adore interesting tales
Those that get me engrossed
From end to beginning
Those that make me wish
The introduction and preface were longer
It's like death at birth
I hate to part with a book
A book I have read
From end to beginning
At the back of my mind
I know a time will come
I will fail to remember
Some of the events that occurred
The lines that made me laugh
The names of people and places
The exact words on each and every page
A time will come
I shall read it again
But the feeling won't be the same
I always judge it from its cover
I start reading from the last chapter
I fall-in-love with the wicked character
The villain...
He keeps the story twisted and turned
He is responsible for pages I have turned
He makes a book hard-to-put-down
So much
I want to read from dawn to dusk
I adore interesting tales
Those that get me engrossed
From end to beginning
Those that make me wish
The introduction and preface were longer
It's like death at birth
I hate to part with a book
A book I have read
From end to beginning
At the back of my mind
I know a time will come
I will fail to remember
Some of the events that occurred
The lines that made me laugh
The names of people and places
The exact words on each and every page
A time will come
I shall read it again
But the feeling won't be the same
