The Letter
Whose words these are I think I know
She has never spoken to me, though
She won't see me pick her letter
And watch her words make me glow
My friends must think I'm weird
Seeing me smile broad and clear
In the middle of my work
The busiest day of the year
They see my foolish grin
And wonder where my head has been
“What’s wrong?” they ask, their laughter loud
Not knowing my heart’s quiet within
They give my head a good shake
And ask me what I did intake
They don't hear my pounding heart
Neither see the dreams I baked
These words are lovely warm and deep
But the name on the letter is not mine to keep
And her's a secret I must keep
No tears anymore when I try to weep
No stars to guide me when the darkness creeps
Copyright © hasken jawabe | Year Posted 2025
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