Love Letters Poem by Gerry Legister

The call of your voice drifted by the wind
Sentimental feelings that warms the blood,
Flowing with romance to where the postage send,
Love letters strolling through winter's flood.

The contents being sent was of good intent.
Tracking the inflame heart each step of the way.
Treasury of words stored in the postman’s tent.
Letters about things we pray and want to say.

The slightest hint opens wider eyes full of surprise,
Each blink holds a beautiful smile that paints
A perfect portrait speaking silently about future prize
Eyes wide drives happy tears into cheerful complaints.

And follow the path that leads the fragrant breeze
Into ecstasy of dreams where love letters concealed
The pinning mine of gold to make the voices freeze,
And feelings unfold in millions of kisses revealed.

The splendour of romance in the dance of desire
Buy the fire, in the hall, startled hedges in the park,
Risk birds sense in the fragility of pleasure,
And do endeavour to let the emotions talk.

Forever, till it ends or love is a never ending story,
Putting our letters under a spell to clean and miss,
The engrossed summons daring to make us worry,
About distractions of jealousy and forgiveness.

The joy love letters bring is worth waiting for,
Reciprocation of these feelings to care and cherish,
When you look towards the future in store
The heart needs a view deep in the unfathomable dish.

With drops of watery tears, that makes the stars
Go around the moon, because love is beautiful,
It makes relationship bloom like flowers,
That you clasp eternally close to your soul.