In the quiet of my room, I pen these lines,
Each word a whisper, a fragment of my mind.
Through ink and paper, I seek to find,
The essence of you, so tender and kind.

The moonlight dances on this fragile sheet,
As I recount the days when our hearts would meet.
Your laughter, your tears, the moments fleet,
Captured forever in this silent beat.

As the quill moves, my heart does too,
With every stroke, I paint shades of you.
A tapestry of memories, both old and new,
Woven into verses, vivid and true.

Though miles apart, your spirit I hold dear,
In every letter, you are ever near.
Through these words, I hope you hear,
My love for you, sincere and clear.