Letters….

On crisp sheets, white, I penned words, few,
Words of meaning that I felt for you..
But failed to express the way I feel,
Finding those pure words was but an ordeal…
Trying-Failing-Tossing the crumpled sheets behind,
“Words cannot do justice,” said my mind
Now the sheets turn yellow with age,
The heap in my study… piled garbage!
The Letters did stay, they remain unsent…
But my message had left… Yes, it went!