This is a letter,
Which I cannot write you.

Last night I had a dream of us in the mountains,
You showed me your arrows,
And I saw your window,
A glimpse of your life, which you never show.

That one brief moment,
When you let me into your life
And I saw the man that you are
Warm sweet and right.

I like that you smile,
I love that you love,
And I know that no doors would open for us,

Because I belong to him,
And you belong to her.
But the thing that we had
I could never describe.