Letters From My Love Poem by Dorothy (Alves) Holmes

I never knew
the color of ink he used
when he wrote poetry to me.
He always used invisible ink he said,
so I couldn't see the way his hands shook
as he poured his heart out,
to let me know he would love me
longer than forever.
Invisible ink was better he proposed as it
never smeared or left splotches from his
tears, he said, as he ached for me.
His arms were visible though, wrapped around me
like a warm blanked and I declare, his lips gave
kisses that inspired angels to sing...I could
hear them.
Sure, I know you think this is foolish talk,
invisible ink you say, how silly.
I tell you, the words I could not see but my ears
heard clearly as he read each line, flowing from
tattered pages in his old note book he kept hid
away until such time he felt the need to read
from them, hour after hour sometimes...
Sweet words, written with invisible ink, he'd say,
visible on his heart for God to read the truth of them
and for me to listen to because some words just didn't
need to be seen in any color of ink at all!

Dorothy Alves Holmes
A Poet Who Loves To Sing