Dearest Ceasaro,

I belong to your yesterday.
'Don't intend to resurrect the past.
I'm least worthy of your today,
But tomorrow I'll breathe my last.

Against none I've sinned but you.
'Umpteenth times myself I've crucified.
My life's not worth to pay the due,
For the anguish I caused can't be denied.

But I'm here lying ill and due to die.
My only dying wish's to die in your arms.
I beseech you, my plea don't deny.
Let my last breath be your healing balm.

'So sorry, but I love you, still do
And always will even in death...

Kim.