Unsent Letters

I have a whole lot of unsent letters

All addressed to you and only you

In all miss not the word with three letters

Of the feeling that has always felt new.

Yes, the letters are unsent

With words in them well penned

Words to you I've wished to tell

Only that they were impossible to spell.

Letters with memories of your eyes, blue

Memories from the time I stole glances at you

By the corner of my eye

To now: imagining us walking down the aisle.

At times I plan to send one or two

Or even bring them by hand to you

And watch you read them

Thou all the words in them are same.