The letter was addressed: From Agnes With Love It arrived from above, in the beak of a dove My heart it had seemed to stop in its place But it started to race, when I saw your face The years had shown through your beauty in lines A few more then the time, when I called you mine. The photo brought memories of pain and of bliss On the back was your kiss, and the word "remanice" Was it a cruel taunt, or did you crave me? I thought as I walked nervously, to your cottage to see.