Love Letters

A single horse of power head, shoulder, leg and
flank pouring one's expression, galloping the
old roads.Yes, remarkable how words and fragrance
can control the outcome...how the blood from a
pen can set lovers free, emotions leaps from each
crinkled page.Tears pull back and then they fall.
The heart pauses then the soul opens, a place where
proclamations ring the loudest.A place where the
expose'of fears are conquered.Desperation carries
no greater weights in it's flight.Reality of
possibility surely can shine.The truth can sting
as does death.Love once dead takes a resuscitated
breath and another.Future happiness does not have
to wait.All these things exist when you read the
love letter.

poem by William Blackman
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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