A letter to my love
I write a letter to my love telling her I dream of her face her pink blushing cheeks. I dream of her hands touch soft as the scent of spring flowers. I tell her I dream of her body her long slender legs. I dream of her of her long flowing hair graceful and beautiful without a care. I tell her I dream of her lips and her soft gentle kiss. I dream of the form of her body her grace is that of a dove she is more beautiful than the goddess of love. Most of all I think of her name Sarah May. I think of her every night and every day.