I'm The Envelope

I’m the envelope that holds the letters
I’d like to unfold and to try to read,
I know the script is of wind, sailing cloud,
worse, reader’s eye disturbs it, remakes it

epistolary romance might begin,
“Dear U, R U but imaginary,
I do not care about your looks or books,
I cherish U because I am so maid”

“dear U, dear 1, ‘I’ replies  in hushed breath,
“u…