My nib was dipped inside her ink well
Then love was written across her page.
Her well of ink, 
My constant source of fresh resources.
The contours of her page
Became the canvass
For my words 
My words of love 
My words of life 
Our words of shared passion 
Touching the others soul
Binding them together,  closer.

In turning the quill 
I trace and tease  the feather lightly 
Over those folds that build 
Her greatest happiness. 

Dipping my nib within her ink well 
Coating my nib
With rapturous exclamations 
Of life, love and liberty 

My poetry poured across her page 
Till all emotions spent 
And tenderness returns
My script forever etched upon her heart