Love Letter Poem by Natasa To

I write your name, then hesitate,
As if the ink might give me away.
The paper waits, so patient and white,
While my heart fills every line tonight.

I choose my words, then cross them out,
Too shy for "forever, " too sure to doubt.
How do I tell you the simplest truth—
That every thought of you feels new?

So I write of mornings, soft and slow,
Of every little smile you show,
Of how your laughter stays with me
Long after the room falls quiet and free.

And when the final sentence is near,
I let the words become sincere:
No perfect phrase, no clever art—
Just this small letter from my heart.

I fold the page, but before it goes,
I wonder if somehow the paper knows:
That every word I dared to write
Was a piece of me in black and white.