A letter every Day

I send her a letter every day, what words I write it's hard to say. But my heart she has stolen with her ways, yet my love for her never pays. She has not written, she has not written. And I think tis not I who has her smitten.

Each letter I read, I feel him trying to plant each seed. To make something for anew, but I can't, not with you, not with you. I shall not write, I shall not write; Tis not you who brings me light.

Author's Note

I wrote this a long time ago with the help of a good friend. Caradoc.

I wrote the first part, from the mans view, and he wrote the seconds...Funny how that worked out.

Reviews

[Caradoc]

A very bittersweet poem. I remember it well. Thank you for including my name in this. I enjoyed adding my two cents.

"I shall not write, I should not write, for you are not the one who should bring my day to light."

On side note, I really like Black. He reviews your poem with one of his own.

[Horizon K.]

A one way love, but seen from both sides, beautifully written in these sadly rhyming lines. And it find it fascinating and a fantastic exercise to write from the opposite (male/female here) perspective. So much can we learn, by writing through the other's eyes...

[Black]

Tis
is that ment?
or should it be it's
??
well love the poem..
though its sad..
but unanswered love is common..
that makes me sad