A Letter To My Lover Poem by Raynolds Moseamedi

And so still sound remains
The sweet and cruel tunes of memories
That will never be
And of memories that will always be
It lingers like your whispers in the rain
And so I turned it into a grave,
The heart you once loved and adored
It aches of the visits I constantly make
And to you my beautiful divine flower
A letter was all I could write

In memory of thee,
my flower,
That withered in the storm-less dessert
Where a faint scent of you remains
I wrote of you and what remains of me...

You see It spoke of many things
Of my unbearable childish behaviour
And of the days I've considered you my saviour
Of the nights I told you of demons and hatred
And of the nights angels you've given me and fed
Of the love that made me a creature of feelings and vulnerability
And of the nights I hated you for it...

Of how you midst all the flames in the storm
You managed to hold me and say it true
'I love you'

It spoke of now
the days I quietly suffer
Like a child wanting love, to be loved
Or to be shown care in the arms
That'll wrap it in blankets so tender
And sing to him...

Of how it kills me everyday
Not to send these letters to you
How it kills me everyday
To watch you smile and happy
And my letters remain sealed...

I've kept the letters in my book
I hope one day you'll take a look
And say it true
'I love you.'