In whispered ink, I craft a tale,
Upon this page where dreams set sail.
A gentle pen, a tender heart,
In every word, a work of art.

Your name begins each loving line,
A dance of thoughts that intertwine.
With every stroke, my soul lays bare,
A universe of care to share.

Beneath the moon’s soft, silver glow,
The words take flight, a gentle flow.
In silence, they begin to sing,
A melody on paper’s wing.

Though miles may keep our hands apart,
In every letter beats my heart.
A bridge of ink and parchment made,
Where love in quiet whispers stayed.