Softly silently the letter boy writes
drawing images with words
and creating feelings with his lines.
Quickly quietly the letter boy thinks
of the girl
the eyes
the lips
for whom he pens his emotions;
scrawling his visions and fantasies
his mind races by and by
each word
each line
each page.
Lightly lovingly the pencil swipes
across the parchment
absorbing the art and care
expunging from his fingertips.
Dashing daring he awaits the moment
where his writing manifests
into that for which he sends.
Not a pen in his hand,
but hers.