Weathered at the edges
Like the eyes I use
To gaze upon your letter
Beautifull crafted sentences
Your words hold the love I have for language
The love I've held
For you
What a beautiful frame
A cold, hard exterior for your eloquent words
Yet the edges have frayed
I lack the polish you deserve
Stained pages from days of downpour
The ink, flourished, so lovely
I am weathered at the edges
Beautifully torn
And still,
I flourish.
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