Our Lost Treasure Trove

I always loved receiving your long letters, My name and address written in cursive hand, On blue envelopes of translucent papers, With a wish of love, the letter would expand. Your handwriting is etched in my heart, forever! While reading the letter I used to imagine, How you held the pen in your slender finger, And how the words would roll out from the pen. I loved to reciprocate in similar fashion, Wrote long letters echoing my heart's music, On the mundane things or the purest passion, Whatever the subject, love was intrinsic. Read those several times before I walked To the Post Office to get those weighed, Wrote your name and looked again and again, And dropped to the box with postage prepaid. Alas! Long letters are extinct now, With them have gone the fragrance of love. Just in two decades I wonder how SMS outdid them, stole our treasure trove!