Paper memories of secret words,
passed under tables
and between hands coated with the sweat of nervous love.
Paper dreams of folded origami,
matched at cut corners
to make crisp seams.
Kept in words are the paper ornaments
of a valentine’s confessions,
signed and sealed with Maybelleine.

I gave no roses
or mumbled whispers
when I tried to love you.
Just with a pen and notebook,
I made all the love I could
molding kisses into letters
shaping fantasies into words

And even when I wrote it all
between the corners and seams,
the paper notes turned to paper dreams,
All of my paper love story,
a plain paper memory.

 
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