In every quill's soft, trembling art,
I write the silence of my heart.
Your name, a breath the ink can't hold,
A timeless tale in whispers told.

In quiet corners where ink takes flight,
I carve your name through shadowed light.
Beneath my pen, the world slows still,
As trembling hands to heart's will yield.
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