Dear A,
And so begins another letter
the same refrain you've seen repeated
in every emotion, cooled or heated,
a salutation scripted
from phrases used by those more gifted...
But I swear these words are mine,
I've practiced them a thousand times.
For you, dear, nothing less will do,
the promise of a daily letter true.
Just please forgive the tired form,
convention has to be my norm,
but know this without any doubt:
they're love letters no matter what they're about.
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