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Letter from a future past.

I wrote about love
I, the guy who’s hardly known it all.
As dropped from the wings of a glorious dove
I wrote about unheard-of flowers
Bathing and blooming in sunlight hours.
I wrote about fantasies
That mesmerize like a thousand suns.
And all of my rhymes ended with thy name
For I wrote about struggles
When you left — my inner room empty — plus me on the concrete.
I wrote about romance:
‘Twas you dressed in strings, with the halo of your smile.
From the moment I found your sublime naked self on my sofa
I wrote about love
Sure, ’twas, ’twas all about you…

— Mr. Gilles Fabien DOGBO