To be loved by a writer,
Is to be loved by their words,
Cradled by their letters,
And anchored in fragile sherds.
To be loved by a writer
Would be love called sincere,
For it derives from the bottom
Of their heart so very dear.
Pages written at a measured pace
Find the dignity
In being seized with such grace,
Every stroke with delicate care;
Love so divine, so precious, so rare.
To be written with their ink,
To be typed with their hands,
Written promptly, straight away,
An open view of their cherished lands.
To be loved by a writer
Should be found with great pleasure,
For being written in their letters
Is surely a priceless treasure.