The pains swimming in my heart is sweeter than the joy of a wine when I think about you, but is more hurtful in my heart than the pains of death when you are far away from me.
Sorrows of love has a matric cloud hovering around my manor, I stand at the top tower everyday like a watching knight looking at the sea, wilderness, bridges, roads,
everyday I set my eyes to see beyond that which seems invisible, I was happy looking at them,sometimes I fall into imagination, in a delirious state thinking you will come out from all these paths.
Why will you allow the destruction of a wailing pains to sink me, why did you cultivate and plant the seed of love in my heart without preparing your mind to be the gardener.
When I smile, I smile suspiciously to my own conscience, I know is you that blow the trumpet of love, I felt every presence of your absent,
the joy in my heart thinking about you is better than the days you were with me.
if I stop running, not because am tired searching for you, I stop so I will have enough strength to receive you,
I know you will never allow your cultivated trench of love to be withered by the weed.. I love you so much honey, letter to my queen.