Who Writes Love Letters These Days?

Yellow buttons in the field,

I pour my heart onto paper,

Vulnerable ink, worthless words,

I make wishes on ancient streams,

Never bold, only brave

Who writes love letters these days?

I only get so many words per day

And I must put them all on the page-

Unless I am to speak foolish thoughts to your face

Dandelions are only weeds to sad suburban families

Who don't climb trees

Who writes love letters these days?

"Your eyes bring me visions of the sea and sky,

When your lips brush my hand it makes me want to cry,

Your golden halo only I can see,

But we both know we're not right for this world,"

I still wish on dandelion seeds and

Recite ancient spells, but make me say your name and

You will bury my body in

Soft California dirt

Who writes love letters these days?