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
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