I write to my love; keeper of my heart
Ink; blood from my heart
For it is a heartfelt plea
Pen; a feather from my mockingbird
A gift from thee
That mocks me still
I write of the way I crave for you
The way my heart skips a bit
Every time I think I saw you
What breaks my heart is knowing
You cry too
Hoping against hope to see me too
So to breach this distance between us two
I send this love poem to you
But it seems fate never ment it to reach you
And for this my heart breaks in two
For my love I acknowledge I do
You can’t read or write my fool
And even if you could
I couldn’t though I have tried to