Letters

I wrote you letters with no reply,

My loneliness receipts.

Addressing you, Dear Blissful Bride,

’Til last our paths should meet.

Seclusion’s spell, one day to break,

Each wound awaits it’s salt.

Somehow, chagrined, the truth’s opaque,

We wrongly think our fault.

The hope of her as flawed as you,

Remotely, floating feather.

The hope of me, that I’m flawed too,

Perfected though together.

I wrote you letters with no reply,

Our heart’s delayed debut.

For now, I’ll note horizon’s sky,

Beckoning keep writing to you.