I write you letters every day, letters I do not send 
Hoping that each letter helps this aching heart to mend 

I write and tell you of my love and how it might have been 
The laughing, loving, caring... life worthwhile again 

I tell you of my love, so true, and what you mean to me 
Of dreams and all the other things I'd hoped we'd always be 

But those letters, never sent, are only for my eyes 
Filled with many questions... but with no replies 

Warm teardrops falling as I write upon this letter of love 
Another unsent message that you will not know of...