I am drowning in your love,
Basking the essence of your words.
The ink of pen is gleaming on the paper,
And I savour the strokes of your art.

From your words mirth I feel
From your every letter, love I steal.
Each word of your pen echoes your voice,
With zing, their melodies I rejoice.

The strokes of your pen brushes against the paper,
And it etches adore through my heart.
Words are painted on the blank sheet,
And my heart is sculptured with elate so beatific.

You are lost in chasing the souls,
Whom you sketch with words.
With your heart immersed in the quest,
Your artistry is what I quest to harvest.

We spoke,
Through the deluge of words -
That I fathom everytime you draw.
Through the word-art of your pen,
Your sacred soul is what I saw.

I have touched you,
With the pen you cherish.
That vessel of ink had splashed the red hues,
Blooming my heart with into a flower so idyllic, yet bemused.

I am diving in your world of words,
Trying to fathom your grace.
Your ardour soul captives my mind,
Your poise is what I long to embrace.

Your suave frame peeks in my dreams,
And I savour it with felicited gleam.
I write this poem in your name.
Dear author,
In this hollow heart,
A sparkle of love did you aflame.

A/N :  Dedicated to the author who stole my heart.

~ Ananya F.