Le Billet Doux

(The Love Letter)

by Hanah Fadrigalan

My dearest gentleman,

Must it be the twinkle in your eye,

or your sweetest smile that caught

my heart drifting in the wind.

Perchance, you are a wizard

performing some magic on my soul

and a kind thief

entering my mind without permission.

Oh! merciful heavens, I have stolen

Cupid’s arrow and shot myself

right through the heart.

Tender and generous, you are;

a gentleman so kind and caring.

Your happiness will always be dear to me.

Though miles apart, we are bounded by

the spiritual knot that only the heavens

would know how to cut; the ropes, indestructible to mankind.

What is love, but just a name, good sir, it is more than just love,

the sight of your visage carries me through the days and nights;

such a man of honor and humanity, how I dear to see you again.

But till then, I will lull myself to sleep with the thoughts of you.

Adieu, monsieur amour.