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It was just a letter or so it seemed to be
written on white paper, addressed to me.
It concerned someone special we both had shared
Someone who was kind enough to show the world he cared.
I didnt know if she would ever read
The words that I had wrote
To tell her of my sympathy for her
In my breif note
Somehow she had read it
And in a moment free
She answerd of her love for him
And her kindness for me.
It was just a letter written on a page of white
But to know that she had cared enough
Filled me with delight.
