Do I know the art of writing a love letter?: A poem 

Do I know the art of writing a love letter? 

Would my expressions sound any better? 

If I could feel all my soul’s clutter 

be soft and smooth as the most delectable butter? 

Would I be a braveheart to call you sweetheart? 

Or even dare to drive my endearment to a darling? 

Am I to shy to ask you why 

we haven’t spoken for so long? and time does fly! 

Would a flower be a symbol, more expressive? 

Or chocolates be more demonstrative? 

I am just killing time with all this patience 

It is like I have eternal sustenance 

I didn’t rouse up all my horses among the roses 

I am still not sure what destiny composes or disposes 

But I feel none can call my power to account? 

And I know all the perfumes of Arabia cannot sweeten those treacherous hands? 

There will be much to say after that evil disbands 

I can only say now, my love for you is no four-letter word 

It is more numerous, vivid and magnificent than all the world’s birds (put together)!