Thank you, The Rebel.
I really appreciate your kind words.
The above entries are out of order, given I have gone through years of hard copy to revise and clarify my writing and struggle to make a cohesive whole. What Marie finds is a "leaf" (not "leaves") of stationery in the grass and becomes ripped asunder emotionally when she reads the lovelorn's lament. Gee, it's maybe a little over the top??? I can be effusive and a tad old-fashioned in my thinking and rhetoric!
Once again, The Rebel, allow me to express my gratitude to you for your support.
Blessings and peace to you and your lovely family.
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A TORN AND CRUMPLED SHEET OF LAVENDER STATIONERY lies in grass alongside the pathway to town. Basket in arm, on her way to market, Marie spies the leaf of paper amidst blades of grass and stoops to pick it out and shake it free of morning dew.
With a sharp intake of breath, the young and susceptible lady takes in the newborn words springing from some unknown poet's bursting heart. Unprepared for such emotional onslaught, Marie's heart cleaves in two, bleeding unstanched as worlds of both light and darkness comingle within and without her hapless soul.
With no more than the fierce beating of my heart as your signal,
Hasten, please, into my presence and cherish me as none other.
You are sweet and delectable and gently remove from my jailed
Heart shackles that have too long confined my delicate passions.
You, sweet savior, are my liberator, whose glance, whose touch,
Whose kiss shall revive my lifeless soul, long ago declared dead.
My window is always open to you and your cherished company.
Upon wings of desire descend from on high into this, my world,
And light softly, so softly upon my petal-strewn chamber floor.
Sick with unrealized love, I can bear cruel aloneness no more.