A drop of tear on a blank sheet
A few pieces of a shattered dream
She re-read it
It was 'unread' to him!

She meant every word
She meant it all...
She waited in the summers
And awaited the fall.

A mighty warrior, was he?
Was he a fallen knight?
Her life she could swear by him
She loved him with all her might.

The wait was futile
And so were those tears
The only truth is his love
Which in her she bears

She wrote about the life
Growing inside her,
She wrote about the world...
her bruises and her scar.

The world cursed her love
But she was brave
She still writes letters
Sitting by his grave..!!