A Love Letter, Written In My Heart

Without a single word or lie inscribed There is a love letter written in my heart. A transcript of truth engraved in the dark that ebbs and flows with a changeable tide that shall remain almost inarticulate. Its address is a return-to-sender on an envelope, a blank piece of paper It is written in the hand of a grandiloquent- A verbose gesticulating -lover, wildly? It starts by saying he loves only you. No one in the whole universe can outdo It is you who guide his soul and his psyche. Open my love letter when you are ready. It has tears spilt on its faded margins. That's touched and pulled on the heartstrings of every emotion, it could be non-literary. It has bled in the shadows of your absence. Till all the inkwells have run dry, like a bad cliché. It has wrung out all the whey from the cheese. That the words left a meaningful cadence into something truly quite magical. And like a rainbow jettisoned above the clouds- where it is perceived, like hillside houselights- ungrammatical, yet touchingly tangible. My love letter has been opened and finally read. At the very last second, my candle was snuffed out for bed.