I wrote you another letter,
that I didn't send today.
Saying how I think you're perfect,
in almost every single way.
About the beauty I find in you,
when I listen to your voice.
And when I look upon your picture,
my heart is left without a choice.
I know this letter is like the others,
too many words that go unsent.
But every time I talk to you,
I never seem to say what I meant.
So I write these letters everyday,
maybe one day I will send them too.
If I ever feel you slip away,
maybe they will pull me back to you.
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