In pages graced by ink's embrace,
A tale of love finds its place,
Where words in cursive dances twine,
A handwritten letter, love defined.
Each stroke of pen, a tender touch,
In every curve, emotions clutch,
The parchment holds a heart's confess,
In handwritten words, love's caress.
No pixels bright, no screens could hold,
The warmth these handwritten words unfold,
They whisper secrets, dreams untold,
In ink and paper, love takes hold.
With every loop and graceful line,
A symphony of feelings intertwined,
A handwritten letter, love's own art,
A testament to what's in the heart.
In this digital world, a treasure rare,
A handwritten letter, beyond compare,
Love finds its voice in curves and sways,
Forever etched in timeless ways.
So let the written words take flight,
Across the distance, day and night,
For in each stroke, love finds its way,
In a handwritten letter's gentle sway.
About the Creator
Alishba Humair
Passionate storyteller and wordsmith, I am on a journey to captivate hearts and minds through the power of words.My goal is to inspire, educate, and spark meaningful conversations that make a positive impact on the world.
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