I write you letters every day, letters I do not send
Hoping that each letter helps this aching heart to mend
I write and tell you of my love and how it might have been
The laughing, loving, caring... life worthwhile again
I tell you of my love, so true, and what you mean to me
Of dreams and all the other things I'd hoped we'd always be
But those letters, never sent, are only for my eyes
Filled with many questions... but with no replies
Warm teardrops falling as I write upon this letter of love
Another unsent message that you will not know of...
ITSme