Conversation XVII

--Do you fear me?
   my words?
--What an absurd question! He said.
--I feel so.
You fear my words;
and the letters that form those words.
You fear me
You think my words
have power of destruction
they can erase what you have built
--What a rubbish thought. He completely dismissed.
--Rubbish? Rubbish thought
She muttered twice...
--No, not rubbish..she continued;
I give you so much of mine
and you don't even adore my words
you don't even let me know
that you have read them.
Don't you value my love and time?

LKO