Dearest Owen,
Witout any incline
of the outcome,
I write this with some
intention.
For many years our attention
has been for one another,
even with the bother
of a husband ana a wife.
My heart is in pain, the knife
digs deeper everytime
I see you. A line
was drawn when we both married.
And when she carried
your child and, I, mine.
But as I write to you, how fine
it feels when we are together.
You will always endeavour
to be my soulmate.
O' how I hate
to hold his hand.
I look at you, as you stand
before her. My closest friend
and I follow the deadliest trend.
My heart pines for you
day-to-day, all year through.
I yearn for your touch,
O' how I tremble with such
anxiety for your lips,
to meet mine. The tips
of my toes would stand on end!
I dream you, I see you bend
down on one knee.
Only it is me,
I see above you.
It is her, who has you, true.
I love you with all my heart,
when did it start,
is what I ask you?
The day you threw
a ball too long
in high school and you saw my thong!
O' how I smile about that day,
the day we became
best of friends and never a lover.
But now is the time I discover
how I really feel.
Just like my heart did spill
that day.
My undying love
Julia
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