This package has been wrapped,
hopes and dreams dispatched,
love in absentee,
tied with ribbons, soft but fast,
whispers of the past,
bound in memories, free.
It travels far and wide,
through winds and distant tide,
carrying a desire,
woven in the silence deep,
where secrets softly sleep,
a promise lingering there.
Its corners bear the weight,
of longing, quiet, late,
words that fade with time,
yet still they reach the heart,
even though we're far apart,
they echo in every rhyme.
The seal is pressed with care,
to let it float in air,
a token of the soul,
for someone far away,
whose heart may drift and sway,
but still feels its pull.
Inside the folds it hides,
a world where love abides,
untouched by distant space,
through every thread of light,
it pushes through the night,
to find its resting place.
This package, sent in grace,
to find its destined space,
a hope that shall not cease,
though time may twist and bend,
love has no final end,
it blooms in endless peace.
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