A poison pen wrote a toxic letter
Sealed without a kiss
And sent on its way
To a soldier who lay in waiting
He knew that he should have known better
Was it nothing or everything lost?
Never to be known
The trust was destroyed
And they both would bear the cost
Mistrust could not resurrect faith in love
Doubt knew not mercy
The end was written
By poison pen and toxic letter
Forever tainting the story of….
He knew that he had to do better