My love note was not offered;
Distance has created a great rift
Therefore, the heart’s message
Is merely proffered.
I inscribed the message
Thought not at all meandering,
Of a miniature beating heart.
My fear remarks
You will rend it into pieces even
Tinier
Than mine upon the sending.
Is there another,
In whose breast, affections will be
Held?
Ah – only the Creator’s time will tell.
