Waiting is a long process,
brings excitement when the bell press.
the messenger living off so far
just like that beautiful star.

Not the century of vehicles,
to travel far was just a miracle.
to express your heart you need a pen.
sweetheart, I will read it more than ten.

patience, waiting all were needed.
no matter how much heart bleeding.
Distance travel through the mails,
waiting to read his daily tales.

sometimes he writes how much he miss.
sometimes he tells I am his bliss,
also he tells how the city is,
the magical future of the abyss.

the letters sound invigorate,
smelling and reading makes me exuberant.
relations were pure and valued at.
as we know its necessary to form combat.