spilled ink

To be planted in a time before yours;

To yearn slowly, to love passionately;

Ink that spills while writing a love letter,

Your quill adding the perfect touch to words

You write from the spirit of your soul, from

Light within that manifests into words,

Into emotions, and imagery—the 

Quill cutting out a part of your soul and 

Imprinting it on this single paper,

A symbol of your entire being—of

The good, the bad, the light, the dark, ev’ry

Part of who you are—and you gift it to

Somebody you love and trust and care for—

No matter what—as long as Stars shine

In the sky, a being lives on the earth,

This piece of me will always be with you;

And you seal it with a kiss of melted

Wax in the color of your love’s eyes, the 

Final element of love that’s given 

Openly, fully, with every particle.