The Love Letter - Poem by William Blackman
A single horse of power head, shoulder, leg and flank,
pouring one's expression galloping the oldest roads.
Yes, remarkable how words and fragrance can control
the outcome. How the blood from a pen can set lovers
free, emotions leap from each crinkled page. Tears
pullback and then they fall. The heart pauses then
the soul opens, a place where proclamations ring the
loudest. A place where the expose' of fears are conquered.
Desperation carries no greater weights in it's flight.
Reality of possibility surely can shine. The truth can
sting as does death. Love once dead takes a resuscitated
breath and another. Future happiness does not have to wait.
All these things exists when you read the love letter.
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