For you.

Her desk cluttered with papers,
A mixture of documents and old
Love letters. She reads through them
without abandon, a twinkle in her
eyes, content and yet wanting.

She's beautiful, in every sense of
The word. Funny, caring, and
stunning, she's a vision to many
and to a lucky few, a friend.

Her eyes glow despite the light
coming from a lone candle on her
Table, they shine througout

One of the love letters catches
Her attention. It has no name

All that's on it is this poem.