An Unexpected Letter Poem by Mark Heathcote

You sent an unexpected letter
And sweetheart, it arrived today
In perfect tone, elegant grammar
Like a heavenly grammatical cliché.
The laws deliverance from up above
And sweetheart, what else can I now say?
Oh, how I couldn't breathe for words of love
Spoke-in-every line - it spoke in its own-way
Every word here on after
A final denouement-of how we play,
The divide with a chuckle of laughter
As we try to avoid another cold melee.
Solicit me, nor petition me again
End these words, yours-and-mine Amen.

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You sent an unexpected letter.
And, sweetheart, it arrived today.
In perfect tone, elegant grammar
It is like a heavenly grammatical cliché.
The law's delivery from up-above
And sweetheart, what else can I now say?  
Oh, how I couldn't breathe for words of love.
It spoke in every line; it spoke in its way,
Every word here and after
An outcome—of how we play,  
The divide ended with a chuckle of laughter.
As we try to avoid another cold melee.
Solicit me, or petition me again.
End these words, yours and mine Amen.