Barren and scorched was the floor
As fiery heat weighted down on my back.

I bent over to pick up the note.
The sun felt like whips tearing through the flesh of slaves.

My fingers cradled the fiber
As the ink from the words seeped into my veins,
"I'll love you as long as you let me."

There was no more pain, no more strife.

For the night before I layed in her arms
and in her arms her skin spoke the same message;
Her eyes stared the same significance
and her lips claimed the same intent.

And, here, just to confirmingly reassure me,
as if all those testimonies might fall short of conclusive,
she leaves me this;

A note of love.

I picked it up to my lips
and kissed it as gently as I would the check of an infant.

Clutching it close to my chest,
I closed my eyes, inhaling her essence
and whispered her name into the wind.

Distance tries to disengage but love knows no limits.
And if absence makes the heart grow fonder,
than I shall only anticipate the next time I see her face.

Her smile.
Her eyes.
My hearts home.

These nine words.
That one meaning.

This Note of Love.

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