a love letter to My Husband

written on a peice of yellowed parchment, aged and the size of a postcard

the whole thing is blank so on the front:

perfection is the love in your eyes.
so this is what blissful means.

in a corner where a stamp would be a flower:
april 20, 2006 at dawn
below the alhambra, over the darro river
eternity is not long enough to love you

Thoughts?

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