I gathered all your letters
in a rather tidy pile,
and thought to take a match to them
to send you off in style.
Then the notion did so strike me,
These are more than just mere words
but perhaps the most endearing sentiments
ever to be heard.
So I thought to share
what naught the average lover ever sends.
Bottled half then to the ocean;
Scattered the rest to the four winds.
And it wasn’t too long after
that the first of these was found
by a grandmother in Belgium,
read when no one was around,
about a gentleman with longing
for that missing piece of soul
‘til his puzzle was complete
as it was her who made him whole.
In Oregon, a preacher prayed
and thanked the Lord above,
after reading heartfelt praises,
that the greatest gift is love.
A teacher in Sri Lanka
studied the note that had been passed.
So moved by confessed affection,
up and read it to her class
A musician in the Netherlands,
who thought plagiarism wrong,
couldn’t resist the love-lyrical page
and made it into song.
And in Cairo, one discovered
by an archeologist
who found it far more fascinating
than the ancient hieroglyphs.
In Brazil, a girl did use one
for the stuffing of her doll;
Knew ‘twas what the heart was made of
though she couldn’t read at all.
In France, an artist framed one;
It was hailed as quite a buy.
One found in South Korea
made a lonely fisherman cry.
Yes, I thought to share
what naught the average lover ever sends.
Bottled half then to the ocean;
Scattered the rest to the four winds.
And if your printed words be lies,
I’m glad for what I gave away.
‘Cause now, it isn’t me,
but ‘tis the World you did betray.
Jen Wilding
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-letters-3/
