Our Past Years
In the beginning
We had notes,
Which became letters,
Which became epistles,
Which became
No, they did not became
Books or novels, but
We made history of
Our journeys and commitments,
Going the extra miles
For each other
Whenever it was needed.
And so ...
You became more precious to me than
The greatest love note,
The most affectionate letter,
The largest fascinating epistle.
And
No book or novel could ever contain
All of our journey’s details of true love.
Thank you, my precious, for all the
Wonderful chapters of our journey and for
Being my Life Traveling Companion.
 
© François DulaPay

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