Love Letters to Vietnam 2023
We’re in this together. A new year, a new beginning — ours!
Dearest Mo Ghràidh,
It feels so odd to be half a world away from you
Untouchable and intangible — AYE!
But alive once more in my dreams are Him and I
I miss the warmth of your brown eyes. The kind warmth that emanates.
I miss your smile. Infectious — making impossible to contain my own.
I miss the sound of your voice. Sweet, calm, reassuring.
The comfort from you saying: “Everything’s going to be okay.”
Your absence has made my heart grow fonder
You keep telling me I’m stronger
Your absence has made me aware
Of a surprising revelation, way over here
Your patience you give, above all, sir — I deserve not
But for our love, tis one for the ages to preserve
Ours — When two hearts combine
They listen to the each others whispers
Whispers lead to plans, plans lead to our innermost souls
When our souls speak
Pray tell, mo ghràidh, What do our souls say?
We will endure and we are ever so sure, says I!
I readily await your reply, my dearest mo ghràidh!
With All the Love I Possess,
Your Lorene
You Lil Dickens 
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