Dear 'loveletter'

Dear Love Letter...

I sometimes wonder what it is that defines u. Is it a moment when feelings run high and thus the need to express oneself in a format where the pouring out of ones being is acceptable and understood?
Are u there to be indulged only in moments special, popping up unexpectedly, the desire to pen u accompanied by little hearts and x's for kisses?
Are u that courageous love sick puppy that cannot define anything in ones own world beyond the subject that is the subject matter of u, the 'love letter'?
Be u the format of many sighs, silly giggles, yearnings the human heart finds hard to grasp?
Are u, 'love letter', seeped in passions lustful, desire burning, hearts full?
Do u pop up when the heart be broken and the eyes spilling with tears? Are u words of begging and praying and hoping unrequited love may find a turn and be banished for the reader will be touched by what u say?
Are u words of regret and asking for pardon and forgiveness for indiscretions unnecessarily practised?
Be u the love of a parent, a child, a friend, an admirer...a lover....and much more.

What be u, 'love letter'?

May i indulge in u no matter what and rather be your servant at all times of day and night? May i let those who touch my heart know all the time what they mean to me?
Are u not words of kindness, words of gratefulness, words of thankfulness and recognition?
Be u not at my disposal whenever i choose and thus free to indulge in without an excuse or explanation?

I think so....and thus, dear 'love letter'...i sit to pen u down to another who be dear to my heart, kind and caring of who i may be....in appreciation of all.

Yours.

RB.