I caressed her with letters spilling ink on the blank sheet

about the new path that opens for both of us

I tried the calligraphy looking into her beautiful eyes

with long sentences like will our union be

pronouncing the prose with my heartbeat

outlining the short sentences like the soft kisses

before passion

my fingers slide through the words running through them

nibbling the seconds to arch your back

with the direction in which the commas and periods point

leaving a space between sentences

for our hearts to create a bridge

so that they imagine, dream together

joining the ellipsis

and both, love

let's be read like a nice poem.