In the quiet of the evening light,
I pen down thoughts of you, my dear.
Words flow like a gentle stream,
Each sentence a whisper, so sincere.

The ink dances on the page,
Crafting dreams and hopes anew.
Each letter a bridge to you,
Across the miles, through the blue.

Memories of laughter fill the lines,
And tears drop in the silent night.
Writing brings you close again,
In this paper world so bright.

Though distance keeps us far apart,
These letters bind our hearts so tight.
In every word, in every phrase,
I find your presence, pure and right.