Sometimes love letters can go astray,
Ending up lost on a sorting room shelf.
Bundled away from the light of day,
Forced to keep their love to themselves.
Once pretty heart festooned envelopes fade,
Their contents never to reveal.
Unable to make someones day,
Another broken heart that will never heal.
So these letters are thrown in a dark room,
Left there to contemplate their fate.
Alone with nothing but their pity and gloom,
While expectant lovers for them still wait.