In innocence of youth, we’d pour our heart
On paper pages, a secret work of art
Love letters exchanged, without a trace
Between neighborhood sweethearts, in a hidden place
No digital footprint, no virtual space
Just handwritten words, in a private embrace
Boys and girls, from same streets and halls
Shared their deepest feelings, behind closed walls
No likes or comments, to measure worth
Just the thrill of words, on paper birth
Secrets shared, without fear of sight
In love letters, that shone with delight
Rekindle those days, of pure and true
When love letters, spoke directly to you
Whispers on paper, that only two could share
A language of love, beyond compare.
