Shrine ~


I wrote a letter to you
the other day,
saying the things I can not say.

I painted pictures
of snow white doves,
each one proclaiming my love.

I composed a song about light and life,
in it you became my wife.

I built a shrine
using pictures of you,
so your beauty I could view.

I wished I could tell you
of the things I feel,
Maybe my dreams could become real.

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