My love epistle

It is because of you my love,
That I disturb my quill,
Moving it back and forth,
Till I finish writing,
This great epistle,
Just my quill and paper,
To tell you how much,
I value you my dear one.

The quill oozes black,
But my love is all white,
Pure and flawless,
Like snow on the mountains,
What i feel for you,
My quill can only peck,
To tell the whole of it,
I would use more words,
Than the drops of the ocean.

I reminisce that kiss,
You gave me that night,
With the music of the crickets,
Dew settled on our feet,
Cold was not a worry,
The problem was your departure,
Since you left for the city,
I haven't heard from you,
I hope you still love me.

© Reality Check