An Epistolary Romance Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

Papyrus, parchment, paper,
email, tweet.
Forbidden or betrothed,
all lovers quest to find
the means to see their love
expressed, accepted, cherished
through their pledges sweet.
Once passion filled
a perfumed billet-doux.
Now teens
who once searched racks of
Hallmark hearts
will tempt another
sexting private parts.
So what's an old romantic
left to do?
We've flirted,
yet we haven't even met.
We chat,
although I've never heard your voice.
Will Skype reveal
your smile, your wink?
Please let us meet.
At our first kiss
I will rejoice to feel your touch.
I am,
do not forget,
the Valentine
you haven't opened yet.