Dear Liz,

Dear Liz,

___________________________________________Dear Elizabeth, 

I hope that’s how it’s spelt. It’s the way I saw it was spelt on your coffee cup. I snuck the letter in your coat while you went to the restroom. I know it’s a little crazy, but I couldn’t help myself. Could we meet back here, say, for brunch on Sunday? 

Her lips caressed the sweet nutmeg 

Her blonde hair sweeping down 

Elizabeth 

Do tell your secrets that your lips cannot tell 

Speak swiftly for the moon will listen 

As will I 

Elizabeth 

From, Harry Fontine 

___________________________________________Dear Harry, 

That was a beautiful poem. I can’t believe that would be about me. And yes, that is the way it’s spelt, for once they did something right. This might be a little crazy on my part, but yes. Brunch sounds nice. 8? 

From, Elizabeth Harrison 

___________________________________________Dear Elizabeth 

I’m glad you were so fond of the poem! 8 sounds perfect. Excited to see you! 

The wind causes no rush 

For my heart beats quicker 

The time slows 

Brunch is upon us

From, Harry Fontine 

___________________________________________Dear Harry, 

I truly do not know how you can come up with poems such as that on the whim. I wish I could do that. I too am excited, maybe I’ll try my hand at a poem. I looked up this one type called a Haiku and it seems pretty easy. 

Calm was not alone 

For the thunder of nervous

I am excited 

From, Elizabeth Harrison 

P.S I hope that was good 

___________________________________________ Dear Elizabeth 

Brunch was spectacular. A feat I had yet to overcome, brunch with Elizabeth. Whiplash really is the best movie, not your Alfred 

Hitchcock movie “Psycho”. I hope to do this again, I had a lot of fun.

Her Laugh ricochets off my heart 

Tunneling into my veins 

The Lips of the ocean were there 

Yet her words more graceful than her flair 

Elizabeth 

Atlantic Elizabeth 

From, Harry Fontine 

P.S, The Haiku was well written. You do have a talent 

___________________________________________Dear Harry, 

First off, no, Whiplash is not better. The shower scene is iconic in pop culture. Secondly, I don’t know if I deserve that poem. I had a lot of fun as well, maybe dinner on Tuesday? I can cook my famous pasta. Very fancy stuff. 

His heart beats for me 

And yet I don’t deserve it 

My heart beats for him 

From, Elizabeth Harrison 

P.S, Thank you!! 

___________________________________________Dear Elizabeth, 

Dinner sounds great, can’t wait! 

Lovely and Fluorescent 

Atlantic Elizabeth 

From, Harry Fontine 

P.S, You do deserve that poem 

___________________________________________ Dear Harry, 

Oh. My. God. I can’t even, I don’t know what to write to express the evening. You were so thoughtful. I almost thought it was your home I was invited to. Sorry for the messy handwriting. I jumped into my bed with a pen and just started scribbling. I don’t even know if you were out the door. Someday I’ll get you on the psycho train. Until then, let’s enjoy the summer wind (It’s crazy how much we like Frank Sinatra).

My eyes tear of joy 

I finally found him 

The man of my love 

From Elizabeth Harrison 

P.S, I have all of Frank’s records. All. 

___________________________________________Dear Elizabeth, 

Tears stream 

Glee 

I clutch her heart tightly 

Desiring to never let go 

I cannot express the joy I felt during that dinner. That poem, I couldn’t wait. I lingered a few minutes afterwards, just standing by your apartment building. A tear rolled, my cabbie even asked if I was okay. I told him “Just Peachy”. We shared a laugh with that one. The radio played a song that I love. “Strangers In The Night.”. The irony. I’d like to invite you to the burger/ice cream shack on the beach, the one with the red stripping, Pete’s I think. We can really embrace the summer wind. 

From, Harry Fontine 

P.S, That’s awesome. Can’t wait to listen to them! Sorry for the long letter. 

___________________________________________Dear Harry, 

I love Pete’s burgers, they have the best smash burger ever. The beach sounds amazing as well. Saturday works for me, the forecast says it’s going to be 87 degrees. So, bring your trunks! My mind has been a merry-go-round back to you the past two days. Counting down the days. 

Ere was a small world 

You then entered, sweeping me 

Now the world is grand 

From, Elizabeth Harrison

P.S, see how I slipped Ere in there, you mentioned Edgar Allen Poe, decided to read some of his work, found out what ere meant. ___________________________________________Dear Elizabeth, 

I wrote this in the parking lot of the beach, so if there’s sand I  apologize. I haven’t done anything to that extent in a while. I always thought surfing would be fun as a kid, but that was way better. You looked beautiful in your floral Hawaiian shirt, the pink orchids brought out the soft brown in your gaze. Can you even call them eyes, a cloud of beauty, hidden inside: Cosmic love and intelligence. I almost got lost in the mist. Also, we need to talk about your ice cream choice, Mint Chocolate Chip? What? Twist is the obvious choice. Can’t wait to see you again, the calendar has become my greatest foe. 

The pacific interfering with the Atlantic 

A clash of beauty and grace 

Blonde quivers in the wind 

Mint exhales from your brimming smile 

I watch a gaped 

Beauty in many forms is unintelligent 

And yet, you’re here 

My dear Liz 

From, Harry Fontine 

P.S, I slipped in the photos of the beach we took with your Polaroid. ___________________________________________

Dear Henry,

I too can’t stop thinking about that day. Maybe we should fight the calendar together. I don’t even know what to write, my smile contains all the words I need to speak. How about Harold’s at 6? I miss you already.

Hope was a mere thought,

Where love intersects my heart,

But, maybe I love you

From, Elizabeth Harrison

P.s, I love the pictures. You look so cute in them!

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Dear Elizabeth,

If you’re reading this, then I’ve worked up the courage to give you this in the restaurant. Will you marry me?

From, Henry Fontine

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Dear Henry,

I couldn’t stop crying when I got home. So, I apologize for the stains on the paper. This ring is truly beautiful. That was the best dinner of my life. The months have flown by since I met you, and I want them to slow down. I love you.

From, Elizabeth Harrison

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Dear Elizabeth,

These are my vows that I swear to keep: I swear to love you, to hold you in times you need it, and to support you in dire times. I swear to hold your hand as we walk the beach. I swear to try liking twist ice cream. I swear to sway alongside you as we listen to Sinatra. I swear to you this and everything the world has to offer. I love you.

From White sun-dress

To White gown,

Her hair pushed down,

I could pray for nothing less.

My dear Liz

From, A Lucky Man

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