Letters

I look through those letters
The ones you gave me
Only a short time ago

I look at the writing
And the way your hand
Must have caressed the page

I look at the ink
And the spots where
You crossed out the words
That didn't fit just right

I look at the letters
And how each one was
Fashioned by the ends
Of your fingertips

And I realize
As I look through those letters
That they are
The language of love itself

That you are my Prince Charming
Even if you don't believe it

That you are a poet
Even if you don't like your handwriting

That you are my everything
And I am thrilled
To call you mine.