Tied With Blue Ribbon

has my heart singing with joy my love.

You will be home for the Christmas season

Love songs are playing

on the strings of my heart.

she wrote in her lovely handwriting

The notepaper perfumed

little crosses signified her kisses.

He read the letter again and again

it was in in the pocket of his army fatigues

her perfume sweet full of memories

as he held it to his face

in the arid terrain of the desert.

I cannot wait only a week

before you return my love

I feel your fingers touching my heart

telling it you will care for it love it

keep it safe

I am so in love with you

so in love

she wrote

The old lady opened her souvenir box

and picked up the folder of his letters

wrapped in a blue ribbon.

she read them as always

in the sequence

that he wrote them to her

somehow it felt as if

he was still on duty

far away like so long ago

His handwriting

so nice to see again

his words as sweet

as the day she first read them