Bleeding ink

As I write out all these words in ink,I feel as if I fear that blood will pour
in the stead of ink because my heart
has been ripped open; stripped by the sound of some
melodious laughter; th’ harmonious sound of you.
You have taken hold of my heart, and I
am powerless to stop your fingers as they
smooth the roughness from my skin and make me
whole again. You alone have brought me
joy – more than any other could,
more than any other would, and now
I sit here trembling because I fear
what Fate may bring to come to pass and I
cannot bear the thought of ever losing
you, my Love. I cannot lose you too.
You are my hope, you are my joy, and words
there aren’t enough to bear the weight of what
I’m pouring out, dear Love, in secret, just for
you. Always you. Only you.