In the quiet of the night, a story unfolds,
Of ink-stained love, with tales untold.
Each page a canvas, a journey begun,
In the pages of time, two hearts as one.
Ink flows like a river, deep and wide,
Across the parchment, love's gentle tide.
Each letter penned, a whispered sigh,
In the world of paper, emotions fly high.
A quill in hand, with words so sincere,
Their love story etched, year after year.
Through laughter and tears, it's the ink that binds,
Their hearts together, in these written lines.
Ink-stained fingers, a mark of their trade,
Love's masterpiece, by choice not by grade.
Through storms and sunshine, they'd write and dream,
With every stroke, their love would gleam.
In a world of texts and pixels that fade,
Their handwritten love will never degrade.
The permanence of ink, a love so true,
In every letter, their hearts they'd imbue.
With time, the paper may yellow and fray,
But ink-stained love will never decay.
In handwritten letters, their story survives,
A testament to love that forever thrives.
So, cherish the letters, the ink on the page,
Ink-stained love, a love for every age.
For in the strokes of a pen and the words they wove,
Lies a timeless romance, ink-stained love.
