THE OLDEST LOVE LETTER

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It took a long time and a great deal of thought,
I couldn’t believe I had lost what I sought.
I should have forgotten, moved on and known better,
But I sat down and wrote her the oldest love letter.
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It spanned many years – no, a lie I have told:
Perhaps it…. I’m vague or perhaps I am old.
But always remembered how sharply I fell,
For her green eyes, her kisses, the thrill of her spell.

And so I am writing the oldest love letter,
Whilst hoping the years will be treating her better,
As sharp and in focus as memories of you,
I love you as then and you know that I do.
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The oldest love letter is proud in defeat.
It mellows, (no anger) …. just bitter and sweet.
A brooding nostalgia with wisdom to taste,
To soften the promise of young love laid waste.

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Forgotten the hard words that brought us to anger,
The years pass much quicker, I dwell and I linger,
But you know why I’m writing this oldest love letter,
For youth was the lover who couldn’t forget her.
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I am pinned to my cross by a memory old,
Haunted through life by a love that grew cold,
Recapturing moments when love reigned supreme.
But this oldest love letter rekindles my dream.

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Mícheál Walsh Poetry

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