Old Fashioned Letters Poem by brendan hall

You write me
Old fashioned letters
With your perfume on the pages
It's true and real
And from the heart
Not like on the stages

This passion that we share
It's beautiful
It rages, it will never end
You can see it on our faces

We walk around the town
With our smiles never ending
We will stay hand in hand
Until time is not worth spending

I will sing her songs every night
So she falls asleep with a smile
The kind of love we have
Is it's own unique style