A Letter Not Read

By Anushka Dey

The heavens smiled when they prayed for each other 

When they perilously yearned for one another 

She wrote poems about the beauty of his ethereal voice 

how it plucked strings of her heart , how it made her rejoice 

Little did she know , all his songs were written in her admiration 

That her smile  is what gave the soul to his guitar’s vibration 

In the garden of friendship, red roses bloomed in full glory 

Friends to lovers , Oh ! It would have been the perfect love story 

But , they were too ashamed to admit , too afraid to say 

Both thought that what if the other never saw them that way 

Each night she wrote letters for her dearest , conveyed her desire 

Each night she broke down in tears and set them on fire 

He would sing about her , but never voice it out loud 

That it’s her heart he seeks , not the cheer of the crowd 

The thorns of longing , tortured their young hearts each breath 

The rose of love wilted and died a slow, painful death 

If only the silence were broken , three little words were spoken 

If only those letters were read , no heart would have broken 

Cowardice infested  the garden , destroyed it’s old glory 

Friends to lovers , Oh ! It would have been the perfect love story 

By Anushka Dey