Butterfly Whispers

I will write so that my poems may endure through time... My memories will return to them as soon as I am gone in reality... You will return to them to search between the lines for the despair I hid within, veiled in hope... You will read, and thoughts will defend themselves fiercely, revealing what they sought... You will feel, within the folds of their letters, a longing I never thought you could experience... You will see in them a love whose true nature you never grasped... You will know how much I have become and how many feelings I neglected, feelings that wearied my fragile soul... You will realize how you rebuilt my character from the ashes... You will be certain that, with all the means and methods at your disposal, I bought your love... Then you will say, "e;If only I had loved her more, for my love was so little..."e;