The letter I am writing you tonight,
No poet ever dared to write.
I carve it from the core of my being,
Guided by dreams, by conscience, by meaning.
A tale of love, a canvas of dreams,
Its sorrowed silence, its tender streams,
Each trembling word will awaken your soul,
Each fragile line, a truth untold.

Could you ever have dreamed, my muse,
A nameless poet, with faith as his dues,
Would weave for you this timeless thread,
A letter no poet before has said,
A letter you’ve yearned for across the years,
Born of whispers, woven with tears.

In shadows deep, where fireflies gleam,
I search for the light of my endless dream.
Within that glow, I crave a vow,
A sacred bond between us now.
Do you not know that love’s true art
Is it an eternal melody of the heart
A song whose notes we’ll pen as one,
Under the rivers, beneath the sun.

Here I stand by the water’s edge,
Where currents roar, where dreams are pledged.
The river sings of immortal tunes,
And through its song, I search for you.
Never did I believe, nor dare,
To find such music, raw and rare.

The night sky blooms with a tranquil light,
Its silken glow will soothe your plight.
Life’s path will stretch, both vast and long,
And together, we’ll craft an ageless song.
But see how my back meets a wall of stone,
Above me, stars dance, scattered and lone.
They shimmer and fall with promises true,
Each vow etched deep for me and you.

Lost in the stillness of your endless ways,
I dwell in a world where your spirit stays.
A realm of devotion, serene and wide,
Where your essence and mine eternally reside.

This is no fiction, no fleeting lore
It’s the greatest love I’ve ever bore.
Every word, each line, and phrase,
Will call you to life, to love’s embrace.

Tonight, the rain will softly descend,
It whispers through branches, a lover’s hymn.
In torrents it falls, its sorrow laid bare,
I’ll gather its tears with tender care.
And in that rain, this letter shall end,
A garden of words, a truth to send.

Believe me, tonight the soil will bloom,
Where joy and sorrow find their room.
Each syllable sown, each thought expressed,
Will cradle the ache within my chest.
These words, dismissed by timid pens,
Now rise to defy the fears of men.

For today, I reject their cowardly guise,
I call for a truth that never dies.
And I ask of you, bold and free,
To birth a future in love with me.

This letter may seem a wildman’s plea,
A fevered tale of lunacy.
But hear me, this love will not suffice
To flatter beauty or lips entice.
I speak instead of the days to come,
Of mother’s milk, of life begun.
How blood and love shape souls anew,
And dreams find form in all we do.

Are you astonished? Do you not see,
This letter, in truth, is poetry?
It speaks not of flesh, of skin, or youth,
But of creation, of life, of truth.
For I believe in tomorrow’s dawn,
Where seeds of lustre are gently sown.

So hear me now, on spring’s first light,
I vow my love, my truest rite.
With every letter, I banish doubt,
Inspire your spirit to speak out.
You are the wings that paint the skies,
The spark that makes the darkness rise.
And I shall wait, through time’s embrace,
For you to light this shadowed space.

One day, beyond despair’s grey sea,
You’ll build a world of harmony.
Through your heart’s depth, I send to you
The greatest love my soul ever knew.
This letter, no poet dared to write,
Shall echo as love’s eternal state.
And you, my muse, a guided star,
The greatest woman this world has by far.