My pretty post office

You are my post office
You are my clean folded paper envelope
I adore you for being another part of me
A part to be expressed, to be sweat on and bled onto

You are my post office darling
Each bench, box and sticker fresh and charming
each smile, wink and glance calms me

Some comfort and most of my hopes lie in you
Sometimes I feel like there is a thick pane of glass
that stops contact, I may only look through

Always awaiting some unsuspected surprise
Lately you've been a busy little courier
Finding moments to make me curious

Be my post office, my Christmas present
my goal that never seems to get any easier to attain