Write me love letters
Don Quixote is still standing in Madrid
Fighting windmills perpetually caught
In his imagination’s grid.
Like Dante using iambic pentameters
Write me the pain ripping your heart
Write me an epic like Homer
Armor my soul with magic art.
And build for me a citadel of love
Its walls the crystal of my tears
Its altar’s candles luminating
The path for lovers of all years.