Hello, lover mine,
Leslie said she heard you singing to her last night. Was that you? You have a beautiful singing voice, she says. I agree with her. You sang to me on our wedding day, sat down and played your guitar. I found it so beautiful.
She said you were singing the song that was on the tape, the one you sang when she was born. I remember the memory so vividly.
She was crying, and you took her into your arms and gently sang to her, wrapped up in a blanket. She immediately stopped crying.
The difference was, when you sang to her last night, she cried and wouldn't stop. My heart burns every moment more we're apart. I hope to see you soon, dearest lover.
Yours,
In very deep pain,
Garett
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Yours, Garett
PoetryWhen a man and a quill become entwined, out falls a series of laments in form of a letter.
