Writing a letter

Writing letter by hand then I wants a colourful pen,
trying to form beautiful words perfectly formed.
My pen shakes as my brain form a sentence;
blood is rushing to aid my ideas of love and smile.
Feeling my word is spelling itself on my white paper,
slowly I realized I am forming immanent love.
Wondering why these words?
My love is stronger by the days and months;
it is living inside me and growing like a bread rise.
True love is important for me, I will not fail,
and my life is at stake twinkled into your life.
The emotions and feelings is like loves sunset,
creating new forms and images in me.
But I can't hide and won't hide that missing you,
is hard for me and terrible for my soul.
I am longing almost to the brink of tears.