With my words, I make love to you
And with this pen I embrace you
I hold it gently as I would you
And embrace each letter of every word to you.
This paper I pray will comfort you
When I am not there to do for you
So touch it, stroke it, and hold it to you
And I will reach out from its pages to you
Remember I will always be there
As long as there is a need for me in you.