There were no written words
No paper or perfume.
But in my heart I sensed
Each thought as if spoken.
No salutation - "Dear" this or that
But it was most certainly meant for me.
It was my pillow, after all,
Under which it had been hidden.
"You are the center of my life" it began,
"Nothing in the world can take your place.
I would travel to the ends of the earth
to hear your voice,
Or lay down my life
for the gentle touch of your hand.
You are my perfect soul mate.
So I give to you this,
my most prized possession,
for it is all I have to give.
I entrust it to your care,
knowing it is as safe with you as my heart.
I love you with all I am
or ever will be."