An Unread Love Letter Poem by Akhtar Jawad

I know when I'm wrong for you,
And I write a song for you,
Although my feelings are strong for you,

I know when I am right for you,
And I write a delight for you,
Although my day turns night for you,

I know when I am just for you,
And I write an august for you,
Although I hide my lust for you,

My envelope, as if unread, is back to me,
Comes back with an aural crack to me,
My heart advises to see the pink shade,
It looks like your lips on the words' arcade.