The Love Letter by Dorji Gyeltshen

There was a letter which she read
Filled with words of emotion
That the ink had bleed
Where her heart was won
By a stranger she never met
The metaphors was a contribution

The letter did say this
"I hope you understand
I am not just writing words
But my heart in this piece of paper
This paper, yet white and beautiful Conveys no message
Until a black ink is printed to it.
Now I have realized
You are the ink to my paper
You add meaning to my dull life"
The sharpest arrows didn't miss