I love writers,
I do, it’s true
Those who bleed soul
      in ink
         on page to see —
Black words to breathe,
To etch, to come,
To you, to love,
             the way you have
                       with words
                            you’d have
                                  with me. 

For you, my darling,
I’d ever take
Your writer’s block(s)
And build a billion
Castles in the clouds
If that’s what it took
To write the line
         to make your words fine
                   to make you
                                  mine.