She sends sweet letters to me,
Never do they bore,
She is as busy as a bee,
My love from across the shore.
She writes of love so pure,
Like a virgin dressed in white,
Her letters I can’t ignore,
This would simply not be right!
She writes of innocent love,
But saucy she is not,
Her words as beautiful as a dove,
To me she means a lot.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a lovely poem almost from another time and place 'letters' but the honesty creating a fine poem