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To Elizabeth, My Melissa

 


To Elizabeth, My Melissa 💕

by a boy who became a man for love

Dearest Melissa,

Messages of love and greetings I send unto thee.
Thy love hath given me purpose both in life and in fate.
I long to dwell with thee, to remain by thy side
Until the strands of my hair turn grey,
And until I am taken by the cold embrace of death.

Dearest Melissa,
I pen this scroll with a heart full of hope
That I shall find thee once more.
With the sky as my compass,
I shall journey beyond ocean bounds and across desert sands,
Until I feel the warmth of thee once again.

She is my dearest Melissa 💕
The fire of my words,
The love in my heart,
The ancient flare that kept me alive.

She is my world.
A girl who inspired me to be greater,
A wild beauty 
Killing my heart with a spade.

I will get back my Melissa,
And I will kiss her again.
Then I will write her name on my life 
And in everything I write,
I will give it to my Melissa.

For I love her
More than the stars
That shine bright at night.

Written by David Caprea 

I would love to know how you feel about this poem ❤️❤️

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