I’ve got just one letter

written in your hand

One short letter

I understand,

One is as infinity

compared to having naught.

I’ll keep this letter

In the museum of my heart

I’ve only got  one photograph

and that is  very old

but to me this photograph

is more valuable than gold

Time has thundered by.

Is it now too late?

But may there be a second chance?

Let’s not  accept  love’s fate.

No matter how we falter,

No matter  how we fail,

Can we still forgive ourselves

and rewrite this sad tale

One more letter

One more   heartfelt smile

That will be sufficient

To rebirth a love grown frail

For once  this love was stronger

Once this  love was true;

So now we are  wondering

If we may create our love anew.