“Why did the love letter go to therapy?
Because it had too many emotional attachments!”
Why did the love letter, in pages of ten, oh so sappy and sweet,
need therapy? At the heart of the matter, here’s the beat:
In a reading room, like a library, but where secrets are told,
the love letter, enveloped inside, came unglued and began to unfold.
It had emotional attachments, counting in tens, oh, so many,
It needed help, but didn’t give a dime, instead, tried to pay with a penny!
“A penny for your thoughts?” It asked, Love’s humor, a jest so sly,
“Not unless you give me your two cents,” was the therapist’s reply!
It accepted the booking, knowing the price could be higher,
it’s nerves were paper thin, oh the emotions it bore, like a quill on fire.
It shared how paper cuts, but paste mends, to the counselor, it spilled its ink,
It sorted through feelings and once filed, the therapist began to think.
Oh, the humor, Love’s punchline, it’s pun-derful, my love! a sweet surprise,
She wrote “yes” in a letter that she handed to the man with twinkling eyes.
WoPoLi 
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