Magic With Little Ink

I wrote you letters,

None past you,

I thought you read them all along,

For none I received,

As answers.

Only questions that remain,

That I won't ask you of,

For you write them all,

With magic ink,

For another lifetime I'd take,

To decipher,

Of what truly means.

A puzzling mystery,

Still a dazzle,

For all secrets are gathered into one.