The Letter

How do I write the words?
Let them flow out of me
Onto paper becoming
The letter you asked for
Becoming maybe more
Than we gave ourselves
The chance to be

No ordinary pen will do
I want to grasp
Dip it in ink
Feel the tip upon the paper
Feel the motion of each letter
The joy of each rounded curve
The sorrow of every dash

How to even begin
To address you, your name
Seems not quite enough
But can I now write
"My dearest, my beloved"
To let it be in words
How it once fell from my lips

You ask for a letter
But what I want to give
to you is my heart
Writing the words
Now makes it clear
Tells of endings
Tells of new beginnings