Love Letter

Note: This poem is a sestina which is supposed to be one of the hardest types of poems to write and it is really complicated but I enjoy writing them.

The Love Letter

A pen moves slowly across the page, her hand
steady gripping it tight with well-worn fingers.
And this will be a letter containing love
that hasn't been spoken of. Her secret hopes
come alive across this paper. And her eyes
shine, praying she doesn't give away her heart.

Not that she has always had a heavy heart
or even knew she did. Now her graceful hand
fly's across the page, words scrambled her hazel eyes
cannot comprehend what she writes. Her ring finger
feels too empty. No silver ring to hold hopes
of a defined future or show a shared love.

So words fill up paper after paper, love
formed by word and meaning spelling out her heart.
Can you explain years worth of dreams and hopes?
Her head and mouth cannot explain but her hands
can as they move across this paper, fingers
molded to a pen. She can't see with heavy eyes.

Her mind remembers the sunset of his eyes,
how they shown and carried depths of unsaid love.
Thoughts move past thinking, connecting to fingers
that dance to their music, soundtracks of her heart.
As she writes out this confession her hands
no longer feel physical, a holder of hope.

Thats why she's writing this letter, her own hopes
needing to be said. You can tell by her eyes
for they hold her truth like secondary hands.
They show her life and an honesty of love
a doorway to her soul and inside her heart.
Doors only opened when pen touches fingers.

But now her pen slows, no more words for fingers
to fly across like wind. All of her hopes
finally said, laid out with an exposed heart.
She can't tell what kind of tears flow from her eyes
just that they flow and hold some kind of old love
that she has felt now written by knowing hands.

Her heart now exposed to him, told by fingers
connected to lonely hands that hold to hope
seen through her eyes, said in this letter of love.