Letters once read
Thirteen red roses
lovers messages sent
One heart calling
across the miles
Poems of romance
Music of chance
Complimented by images
of Freudian trials
concatenations of words
Praying all too late
Communiqué is all I can say
I wrote the letters to proclaim my love
I sung the poems to prove myself
I thought you were sent from above
I trailed my should to appease emotions ways
I found the answer in my shame
I found there was no-one left to blame
The bridges were brunt
with the river at full flood
I drew on my strengths
and gave you my life's blood.
and you came back.
May 1989, Canterbury.
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