Love letters
Remember those love letters
sent by post
The early morning check
at the postmans call
Its there the recognised handwriting
stroked on the letter fold
To carefully open
careesing the hands that sealed it
So to read again and again
To worry folds on meaning or smiles of glee
Love on a knife edge
Sweet the agony
But twenty years on
Stored away now
Love letters fade
as memories sun
Twinkle
Neil furby
