Textual Reprise

So, all the long letters I write

will probably never see the light

Shining in your eyes, as you read.

'Tis not because I won't send

And not that I hate what I've penned

It's just how the world has decreed.

For we have but no time to peruse

Bylines of hidden hints and cues.

A summary, a clip is all we need.

But I can't abridge my feelings more,

and condense them into blocks of four.

Love, sadly, is not about speed.

Let me stop and end this verse

To keep it short and keep it terse

So it fits in a text, as agreed.