#WritcoPoemPrompt121
Your notes,
Are the only things I have,
The words are like melodies that float(s),
But the letters sometimes misbehave.

In their mischievous dance, a story unfolds,
Where love's secrets are whispered and told.
The letters, like wild spirits, roam free,
Adding a touch of whimsy to each decree.

Though they may wander, unguided and free,
They bring a unique charm to you and me.
For even in...