The Letter Poem by Cherry Orwell

Compacted with her feelings,
she drove to the city
a letter in her shaking hands,
Praying, she closed her eyes,
and mailed it to the one she loved.

The letter was soon in the hands of a man,
whose eyes sparkle with love,
whose heart springs with joy.
He opened the letter,
to find a confession
written neatly
with a heart at the bottom of the page.

He had been awaiting
thinking of her
in a lovely way.
he liked how she talked,
how she blushed everytime she walks.
He smiled it away,
but threw the letter away.

He was a soldier,
She was a teacher,
he was preparing for war,
yet she was prepared for class.
He had rough features,
with jet black hair and a tan skin
while she was fair,
with brown, curly locks
on her high forehead.

The love he had couldn't reach her,
for he died two months later.
the letter he had prepared
stayed in its position
singing her praise.