In the quiet of eve, with a quill in hand,
To my dear Lucy, I let my heart expand.
Teaching by day, by night, dreams command,
In these letters, my spirit's homeland.
Words fly, across the sea to you,
In the night, under a sky so true.
Dreams penned, in a silent room,
Hoping soon, to escape this gloom.
A shorthand tale, in Jonathan's trace,
A future we hail, in love's embrace.
His journey, a veil, in a foreign place,
In his words, we sail, through time and space.
From Bistritz to the castle, a journey he writes,
Of lands old as battles, under Carpathian nights.
Await his return, from mysterious sights,
For his tales, I yearn, and for love's rites.
In pages turn, our fates entwine,
In each word, a bridge, line by line.
Through his eyes, I learn, of signs divine,
Together we'll discern, our stars align.
Words fly, across the sea to you,
In the night, under a sky so true.
Dreams penned, in a silent room,
Hoping soon, to escape this gloom.
Mina to Lucy, in words, a lifeline cast,
In a sea of uncertainty, holding fast.
Till he's back from the past, in our grasp at last,
In our letters, we bask, till shadows are past.
So in ink, we confide, till end of days,
Through letters, we glide, in love's maze.
In words, we hide, and in them, we praise,
Till together we stride, in the sun's rays.