Your Letters and My Resting Place

Rajasir

In my heart where feelings wave,
Your letters, love, to grave I'll save.

Memories in ink, so deep and brave,
With every word, my soul they pave.

Lines so sweet, they echo in the cave,
Of my mind, they dance and rave.

Time moves on, but I'll never waive,
Your letters, my treasured conclave.

To the end, they are the treasure I crave,
Your words are the warmth I enslave,

Carry them with me past life's enclave,
Your letters, my love, to the grave they'll pave.