Whispers in the Night: A Poetic Letter of Longing

My dearest love, with pen in hand,

I write this letter, as I stand

Amidst the fluttering of my heart,

My feelings I must now impart.

The stars above, they shine so bright,

A perfect backdrop for this night,

As I pour out my soul to thee,

In words that flow so effortlessly.

My love for thee, it knows no bounds,

My heart with joy and peace abounds,

And yet, a longing in my breast,

For thou art far, and I unrest.

Oh, how I yearn to be with thee,

To hold thy hand, so tenderly,

To whisper secrets in thine ear,

And banish all thy doubts and fear.

But until then, my love, I'll write,

And send these letters through the night,

In hopes that they will bring thee joy,

And fill thy heart with love, not coy.

So read these words with care, my dear,

And know that I am always near,

In spirit, if not in flesh,

My love for thee, it shall not rest.

Forever and always

Yours lovingly

Wilson