This virgin quill given into your care
Awaits the stroke of your delicate hand;
To bestow a world we two can share
Though I stand on a distant foreign land.
Fill it with the sweetness of your every thought,
That I may taste your words upon my lips.
Speak to it your days, nights, dreams and desires,
So that the veil of distance trembles and slips.
Paint your world in the words of your heart
With every hue of your radiant soul.
Draw me closer to your light, though apart
With your touch, pen and ink will keep us whole.