Poems to deliver

I sit alone scribbling,

My words of love flowing through paper to you,

The dilemma,

You are about to fly away from me

Yet I have not set eye on you today,

My soul is unsettled.

For these words must accomplish;

their task.

 

Their mission is to preach love,

To a precious yet forsaken soul like yours.

No,

To an unbelieving heart like yours.

 

I craze for having these orators in my hands

Undelivered.

 

2006