I wonder if we went back in time
We could exist as pen pals.
I wonder then, if you wouldn't seek
Anymore than my words of affection.
I wonder then, if you would
Meet someone new who was next to you
And forget about me -
the girl who writes you letters,
And keep only me
In heart and soul as I had done
many decades ago, wondering
About your return
I wonder how long you'd keep writing me
A week, a month, a whole year?
Would you seek me in the warm comfort of my words, lay it open in quiet repose
Over evening coffee as dusk sets in
Reading every letter ever send
over and over again
Until you and i resign to melancholia
As nights pass by in sullen await
Wondering when you'd find me
Would you crave for a woman's touch then, but be content with mere letters
that speak from my heart to yours?
Would you, never love this love as ours
With anyone else ever again?
If we could only write each other
Would you still call it love?
We could exist as pen pals.
I wonder then, if you wouldn't seek
Anymore than my words of affection.
I wonder then, if you would
Meet someone new who was next to you
And forget about me -
the girl who writes you letters,
And keep only me
In heart and soul as I had done
many decades ago, wondering
About your return
I wonder how long you'd keep writing me
A week, a month, a whole year?
Would you seek me in the warm comfort of my words, lay it open in quiet repose
Over evening coffee as dusk sets in
Reading every letter ever send
over and over again
Until you and i resign to melancholia
As nights pass by in sullen await
Wondering when you'd find me
Would you crave for a woman's touch then, but be content with mere letters
that speak from my heart to yours?
Would you, never love this love as ours
With anyone else ever again?
If we could only write each other
Would you still call it love?