Love Letters Poem by Randy McClave

Love letters in my drawer
All tattered, stained and tore,
Given to me a long time ago
By a woman whom I loved so.
A woman whom I truly did adore.

I read those letters once again
In my heart there's a glow as I grin,
She tells me why she only loves me
As her eyes are finally opened to see.
I had set her soul free.

She loves me more than any other man
She loved me as much as a woman can,
For our love she will fight
Stains of her tears I see as she did write.
And our love, she would never ban.

Love letters she wrote in a book
Once again at them I do look,
Of our adventures and our love together
Of our life and then our forever.
A oath of love for me she took.

Her broken heart I did mend
When my love to her I did happily send,
I am so happy as I am flattered
I squeeze the letter tighter, it gets tattered.
Our love I know will never end.

Love letters still in my drawer
Once again one of them I have tore,
When I remembered that she had cheated
My soul was finally defeated.
I want those love letters no more.

Randy L. McClave