In the silence of the night, I find solace in my words
Penning down my thoughts, emotions that lie unheard
Whether it's in a letter, a poem, or a journal so dear
Writing has always been my safe haven, my shield from fear

The way I weave my words into feelings, they say
Is the best part about me, my unique way
Of expressing love, gratitude, and all that I hold inside
In letters as sweet as honey, in poems where I confide

I don't see it as a waste of paper, this act so old-fashioned
For hand-written words carry a love that's everlastin'
In this digital age, where texts come and go
I choose to write, to let my feelings flow

I've written countless letters, maybe two hundred in a month
Each one a testament to the love that I want to confront
Every word carefully chosen, every sentiment sincere
A piece of me sent out, to someone I hold dear

So let them say I could just type it out, send a quick message
But I'll stick to my pen and paper, my ancient presage
For in the art of writing, I find peace, I find joy
In crafting words of love, like a poet's ploy

So here's to the letters, the poems, the journals I fill
With words that speak volumes, that my heart spills
For in writing, I find myself, I find my true identity
A writer, a poet, a lover of old-world serenity.