Gin Soaked Ink.

Gin Soaked Ink.
Lee.

If I wrote you a letter, would you read it? 
It’s filled with song and with rhyme.
To confess my sins and my love for you,
When written, feels less of a crime.

If I wrote you a letter, would you read it?
It flickers with the Eternal Flame,
If alone, you read and read it again,
Could you feel my warmth and my shame?

If I wrote you a letter, would you read it?
Old fashioned words written in vain and in blood.
In a quiet time, read it, then read it again,
It’ll untangle the misunderstood?

Friday night I found it,
Courage with a ballpoint pen.
I wrote in detail how I fell for you:
The how, the why, and the when.

On the rocks of a Saturday morning,
The crest I was riding was broken.
And the heart-written letter, my love,
Is an unsent and shallow token.

Sunday is at my doorstep,
Another week is about to begin.
And the courage I had has now disappeared,
Like Friday’s bottle of gin.