As the ink drips from pin to page
leaking through, stains my desk
words of love living without age
not to manifest from my chest
Would it be yes or an unbearable no
rehearsing the decorated lies
to justify why I couldn\'t know
if this letter never meet your eyes
Hurry and let us drink
before the water runs dry
in my hand, a plug to an empty sink
our love thirst, awaiting to die
Marriage should be forever
and love is everlasting
I think I\'ll rewrite this letter
my heart endures fasting
After all, I\'ll be alright
your hand in his is better
I\'ll pass the hours of night
to someday finish this letter.
by John Lee