A Letter Of Love Poem by M. A Heathcote

There is a letter of love.
That cannot be opened in your heart
It is sealed within
You'll be able to surmise its content.
Only if you imagine
It contains no ill will towards you or others.
But how can this be achieved?
It is like imagining a tree adorned with leaves.
After the fall, and dining on its fruit.
Having saved a seed
And grown another tree in its place.
Such letters exist in us all, not to be read.
But to be realised as having blind faith,
The virtue of light and hope,
Never to be sacrificed in the mirage's smoke.