2 A.M.

He sat at his desk

Writing

To the love of his life

Early in the morning,

2 A.M.

Candles melted, died,

Still he wrote to his girl

By candlelight in the morning

When all else was silent

The little ones asleep and dreaming

The scratch of a pen could be heard

As he toiled away at 2 A.M.

Writing what could not be said,

Only written,

From his heart to the paper.

"I love you", he wrote, "I need you."

She wished she could somehow tell

How much she appreciated the letter

Written at two A.M.

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