Letters And Messages Of Love (Shakespearean Sonnet) Poem by ashok jadhav

In ink and breath, my longing learns to stay,
When distance steals the sound of thy reply;
Each letter walks where I cannot today,
And rests its hope where silent hours lie.
The page grows warm beneath my careful hand,
As words become the touch I cannot give;
Between the lines, our hearts still understand
What space denies, yet memory lets live.
A message waits like dawn upon the screen,
Or sleeps in folds of paper, worn and true;
Though brief the words, their meaning lies between,
Where love stands firm and faithfully pursues.
So ink and light conspire against all miles—
To carry hearts through words and waiting smiles.