Dear Love Letter,

I still remember you well; you have shared a large part of my life

My most romantic, magical years, my teens, before knowing strife

I never let you go; you stayed in the green old box, your very own home

Which I often love to visit, then with memories and thoughts I roam

Oh, I still remember the excitement and anticipation , waiting for the postman

Anxiously looking out my window, whenever I heard the sound of the van

I was lucky to receive you dear friend, the whole world smiled at me

I gazed at the stamp as if a masterpiece as well as the handwriting I so longed to see

Can you recall how I opened and unfolded you very carefully though in haste?

And the familiar scent of his cologne took me to a time that couldn't be replaced

I knew, dear letter, how you felt my hand tremble and heard my heart beat
All my secrets were revealed to only you, thank God you were always discreet

I don't want to even think of comparing you with today’s so called 'email' 
As soon as I end this letter, I'll find my green box and in my dreams I'll sail

                                                                                Sincerely,