The letter

 It was just a letter or so it seemed to be

written on white paper, addressed to me.

It concerned someone special we both had shared

Someone who was kind enough to show the world he cared.

I didnt know if she would ever read

The words that I had wrote

To tell her of my sympathy for her

In my breif note 

Somehow she had read it

And in a moment free

She answerd of her love for him 

And her kindness for me.

It was just a letter written on a page of white

But to know that she had cared enough

Filled me with delight.