I found a note once in a parking lot, plain white,
rain-soaked, dropped accidentally I guess, with
just two words, “My Love.”
Maybe it was the shortest love letter ever or
the author was at a loss for words, who knows
but I do understand that sometimes, love
is not about words but more so
about action like; starved eyes glancing
across a room at the object of their affection or
a touch so tender that it electrifies all
your senses, melting into your soul.
I hoped whoever wrote the note, could always
experience what I knew to be; beyond words.
Copyright Michael J. Donnelly 2016