In the quiet of night,
The soft glow of dimish light.
Eager,
she ran behind the penned paper,
Flying away in the air,

The letter flew, the order of his senders might,
Hopeful, it might have mean,
Hurtful, it might have been,
The letter teased,
The smile on her lips, he might have seen..

Behind her far lovers trace,
The time ceased,
Each word with a beautiful trait,

But, A girl in wait,
wait for her lovers fate.
A linger of impatience in the air,
Where words of love inked did reside,
A love beyond compare..

The gentle breeze embraced,
The wait of her leased,
The intricate canvas of her feelings dismissed,

Yet, the time her fingers caught the paper,
The words so cruel,
The words so broken,
Cessation to her relived caper,


The words she would read,
So merciless, so blinded,
To a reality she never thought would lead...