My letter is a work of art
An 8x11 masterpiece
Overlaid in tangible phrases
Paper has never before possessed such beauty.
My pen and ink grace this page
My fingers create every fold
Every crease is measured to precision
The envelope, an expectant sheath.
A single line displays a name
A name of magnificence
But only a name
For dates and addresses are considered redundant.
Courier mail is considerably slow
But the old fashioned way is respectable
In its own right one could suppose
This letter, to him shall be sent thus.
Ripped and torn this letter arrives
Creases and folds nearly indiscernible
Subtleties lie beneath the surface
Evidence of tampering is proof enough.
If one reads well and writes well
There is nothing more to fear
Bladed paper is tangible
Paper cuts not forgotten.
The knife knows paper well
For scissors from it are derived
To ruin a glorious document
Is a sin to paper planes and origami.