Dear Abigail
My heart is filled with words
My tongue with silence
But all I have now, my pen and ink
And in my mind, a filter paper
To filter these words of mine
Which shall soon be yours
I thought time will be strong enough
To stop me from loving you
I guess I was wrong, neither was distance
This is more than feelings
This a communion of two hearts
How should I tell this tale
When you are not part of the cast
How can I rejoice when your eyes
gaze at the other direction
I am like a shadow in your memory
And like a microbe on your path
Magnify me and you shall see my
beauty
Don’t stop there, dissect my heart
And therein lies thoughts of you from centuries
This is what you made me
A staunch lover of you
Unmake me and I shall loose the sense of living
Leave me as you made me without your attention
And I shall be same
This epistle is ME
But the words are YOURS
Your silent lover
ROMEO
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