Love Letters
Late at night I write you love letters,
the pen scratching on old paper,
drivel and nonsense and quiet confessions
meant only for you, who translates my heart
and knows its truth.
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Quarry House 
Pretty beautiful ❤
SO very beautiful…the words, the feathers, and the scene!
Translating one’s heart…must be love!
Guilty as charged.