(I)
If I were conventional I would have written you a love letter
Told you about my story, predicament and stature
Give bits and pieces of my soul for you to play with
Your brow would furrow bemusing over our ascend
(II)
If I were conventional I would have written you a love letter
Sitting on my favourite chair by a mahogany table
The leather seat would dip a little as I rest my back
I would leave the overlay window open for sunlit zephyr
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And the picturesque view of calm will have my mind in stir
Little hearts drawn on the corners of the fragrant paper
An epiphany can be formed between you and me
With careful precision of a skilled calligraphist
The words to my incoherent thoughts will suffice
(III)
I would start the letter with an endearment “Dear”
All my thoughts I would lay before you without fear
May even ask “How are you?” without perspiration or stutter
In words that flow through my system i’ll make you understand
Of my story predicament and stature
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Similar to rivulets of water on a chilled glass
Reaching down to form an impressionable mask
With every emotion i left exposed through my words
I will encircle and seep into walls around your heart
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If i were conventional i would have written you a love letter
You would be my only confession of guilty pleasure
And in my story we would have “our forever” written in endless chapter
An Indian Princess 