In the realm of words, where thoughts enfold,
A writer's heart, once fair and bold,
Found itself swept by an enchanting breeze,
Awakening emotions, like a gentle tease.

With ink-stained hands and words that flee,
The poet's heart danced with jubilee,
As a gentle muse from afar emerged,
An ethereal soul, with love submerged.

With every stanza and every line,
The poet's heart felt the divine,
For within those letters, an unspoken tale,
Of admiration and love, oh so frail.

Verse by verse, the writer's essence poured,
An...