A red paper heart on a piece of wood.

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


Than mine upon the sending.

Is there another,

In whose breast, affections will be


Ah – only the Creator’s time will tell.