Awoken by some sound, a light rustling,
I rose, heavy with broken slumber,
reaching to open my window to something
that flew in with the wind from the umber
of the tree that stands outside my room.

Clumsy, grasping fingers seized the paper –
it bore the mark of some innocent tear:
a heart unbroken from harm or fear,
but rather from a loneliness that tapered
into such sadness; such quiet gloom.

A letter it was and by some chance
had flown towards my window sill.
I read it once and read again, some will
persuading me to stay; and in that trance
something trickled from both my eyes.

Held tight in hand, those heart-touched words
touched my own, filling it with such emotion
that within the night’s undying ocean
I could not sleep with it unanswered –
I penned a letter in reply.

Dear Future Love, I wrote to start,
allow me to return your heart
and with my own in tow, of course,
this as my proof, my tour-de-force.

I received this letter from a tree
some time well after two or three
which woke me and compelled me so,
that now I write for you to know:

‘If you ask me, ‘dear’ sounds better
for to start an any letter
for, regardless of its kind,
your feelings are superlative, mind –
so formal, informal none impress
so much as what your heart can stress;
without it, then best give up hope
for lacking honesty and scope,
your heart’s no better than a stone
and thus deserves to be alone.
My name is nothing, for you see
my heart and every part of me
I give to you, and when we meet
someday (tomorrow!) on the street,
you’ll recognize me without a doubt
for I will call and I will shout:
‘I’ll gaze with you upon the stars
I’ll gaze with you from near or far –
and at first sight o let our love
crescendo to those stars above;
o let us meet, my fair delight,
my letter-writer of the night!’
You’ll look at me and giggle too,
and then I’ll know my love is you –
there is no single mystery
that can confound us, you and me;
no question, thought, we cannot solve
for we can make the world revolve –
that moment you do look at me
our eyes will meet and then you’ll see
me smile broadly at the sun
because: we’ve met; the day is won!
We’ll go together for a tea,
or coffee; either’s fine by me –
and every night once we’re asleep
you know the little things we’d keep:
our secret dreams that carry through
how much I think about you too,
from walking hand in hand with me
along the beach, beside the sea;
or flying though the cloudless sky
laughing cheerfully to defy
whatever else that happens here –
I love you! That I know is clear!
The poems I will write to you
will show my love for you is true –
we’ll never have to ever fear
nor ever see another tear
nor ever think about before –
just us together evermore!
My love, we’ll never be apart
not while we hold each other’s heart!’

I wait upon you eagerly
with all my love and self, you see;
your Future Love, I signed to start
but thinking with my head and heart
I signed instead, your Present Love,
your Future Love and Every Love,
regardless of how far we are
o let me be your love, my star!