On my desk of memories
lies a blank page,
an unaddressed envelope,
and pretty pictures of my love.
On my desk of desires
lies a leaking fountain pen,
two stamps stuck together,
and an open thesaurus.
On my desk of thoughts
lies words unwritten,
unrequited dreams
and these unsent letters.
On the desk of my life
lies the girl I remember,
the woman I hunger for,
and the lady I love.
On the desk of my reality
lies your warm embraces,
gently passionate loving words,
and you at the end of the day.
On the desk of my days
lies the words of poetry,
lyrics to songs
and no unsent letters.
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