Across the miles, whispered in light, Mohtarma's voice travels the night. In words laced with soft, golden threads, "A gentleman," she fondly said. Distance, a bridge of dreams and grace, Where love's tender whispers find their place. Though oceans wide and lands divide, In heart's warm glow, we both confide. Perfect, this dance of time and space, Her gentle name, my heart's embrace. In letters and sighs, a love unfurls, Mohtarma, queen of distant worlds.