I walk to my desk
With plans to compose a symphony of words
Grandiose words with which
To paint the space before me
But, I cannot
Something pulls at me
I look at this piece of paper
It blinds me
I need to fill the emptiness with something
Anything to allow me clarity
Something to contrast this dull void

Finally

A word appears in my head
Like a surfaced piece of a driftwood
Floating amidst a sea of thoughts
I close my eyes and write
A warmth permeates the air
I open my eyes to see what brought this change

It was your name

The paper was in the shape of a heart
I think the paper is my world
Empty and devoid of life
Until something meaningful is added
That something is you
You fill the void in my heart
My paper heart