In the quiet corners of the night,
I pen my soul in candlelight.
Each word a whisper, soft and true,
A love letter, crafted just for you.

With every stroke, my heart takes flight,
Through ink and paper, love ignites.
I weave the dreams we've yet to share,
In every line, you'll find me there.

The scent of pages, a sweet embrace,
A timeless dance in a sacred space.
Each sentence holds a piece of me,
In written vows, I set you free.

I speak of mornings wrapped in sun,
Of laughter shared, of battles won.
I tell you all the ways you shine,
How every moment feels divine.

But in the silence, I confess,
The fear of loss, the weight of stress.
For love, though strong, can drift away,
Like fleeting words that fade to gray.

Yet still, I write, with trembling hands,
In hope our love forever stands.
These letters hold what words can't say,
A promise kept, come what may.

So take this piece of my heart's delight,
Read it slowly, hold it tight.
For in each letter, you will find,
The endless love that's intertwined.