Oh how to express?

I put pen to paper
though only invisible thoughts flow,
They wish to make sweet music, sweet sweet..
Nothing. Nothing but a fiery soul burning with passion, wanting to express, to show.
How she feels with her pen and her paper.
She searches for words of love and happiness of which she is filled.
All she knows, all she can envisage is him.
Her blank forest is growing.
It is now a flourishing forest of sweet song, and what she always longed for..
sweet love.