A pile of old letters <br />lay forgotten in an attic, <br />letters written long ago <br />in the bloom of someone’s youth. <br />They were tied with a pink ribbon <br />and kept preciously <br />by someone I do not know. <br />Each letter spoke of love, <br />the yearning of being apart, <br />and how good it would feel <br />to be home once again. <br />How wonderful it would be <br />back in loves arms again <br />away from a terrible war <br />that had to part them too quickly <br />shortly after their wedding day. <br />They spoke of plans for their future <br />and how their love would grow. <br />They would start afresh <br />at the beginnings of the first snow. <br />Each letter was sealed with a kiss <br />that was there for all to see. <br />It told the story of unbroken love <br />that would live on through every tragedy <br />and sealed with a kiss. <br />The last letter in the pile <br />was tear stained and edged in black. <br />It told the story <br />that her lover never came back. <br /> <br />26 March 2009<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sealed-with-a-kiss-5/
