In days of yore, when love was new,
We'd meet by post office, sweetest view,
You were my letter, kisses true,
Messages we sent, hearts anew.

Your lips were stamps, my heart the slot,
Our love was mailed, with love we'd plot,
The postman brought our hearts so tight,
In each other's arms, we'd take flight.

The post office was our stage,
Our love the play, our hearts the gauge,
We wrote our story, page by page,
In every kiss, our love would rage.

The letters we exchanged, so dear,
Our love was sealed, our hearts so clear,
We sent our love, far and wide,
In every message, our love would reside.

But time took its toll, we grew apart,
Our love was lost, our hearts so smart,
The post office, where we once met,
Now stands as memory, our love unset.

Tomaž Jevšenak