Train of thought

Her eyes!
Her sparkling eyes;
Melted my heart Faster
than a hot knife through butter

Butter
Like your butter soft skin
Causes my wave of longing within
Myself, in this cage called a chest.

Chest
like a trunk! Where you kept your childhood diaries and old love letters.
Letters from lovers (past)

Letters of love
Like this letter that I write for you
That rests on your chest when you fall asleep,
because that’s where your heart is.

And where your heart is, is where mine longs to be.

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