Unspoken words on fragile paper
do carry a sweet memory,
dripping from their pen’s creator
only I can hear and see.

Imagining you form a new verse
silently with whispering lips,
by getting send through cyber space
they blanket me from toes to tips.

Expressions flow slow as a river
of silken breath against my hair
your write induces a light shiver
as it caresses with a flair.

Words instead the sweet sensation
I gather from a lover’s touch,
yearning more of your creations
passionly your dreams I clutch.

I wish your rhymes will last forever
I wish those poems you’ll always send,
for they fill me with love and pleasure
please never stop – don’t let it end.