Love Letter to a Soldier

If I were to write a letter of the things I never say,
It would be a letter that would far out read the day.
You'd run out of sunlight so you'd have to beg the moon,
To lend its brightened shine and alight my sketched swoon.

The penmenship upon the paper folded right in half,
Would mark a loving stroke upon a loving leaflet path.
And in between each line you'd see words all come to life;
A paper house, a paper child and a devoted paper wife.

You'd laugh a crooked smile at my scribbled little sighs,
And whenever you were sleepless, I could write you through the night.
You would never be alone with all the things that I would say;
And slowly all my words would bring you safely home someday.