Your words, my sole and precious keepsake,
Melodic whispers that on pages sleep,
Yet, sometimes letters stray and roam,
As if seeking their own secret home.

Silent harmonies in moments dwell,
Fleeting thoughts in ink's gentle spell,
Laughter and sorrow intertwine,
Each line a heartbeat's echoing rhyme.

Memories swirl like autumn's hue,
Delicate, yet tangled, in fragile view,
Ink unfolds stories, truths to...