The Letter Poem by chris dawson

Deep is my memory
But I cannot store your kisses
They linger, but do not keep
There must be a fresh supply
Daily
For when I’m denied I hunger.

Refreshed as I am to see you
Such strength is required to part
I want you always
And at one time I would have married to secure that
But how times change
And what heartaches that has wrought!

There is no bad weather, bad times, bad news
When your kisses are seconds away
Hey think what
you are missing
Kisses galore!
Each tied with an embracing bow
Of satin ribbon.

Put this letter to your heart
And ask of it, tell it
That it should sound its own response
Breathless with its love
It seems improbable that it wont reflect
As it is impossible to go on without your kisses.

Place a coin in the collection
And say a few more words for me
That will bridge this distance
And free me from this Purgatory
Then I will do the same for you
When you are ready for heaven.