Delightful will never be the term enough to describe how the advantages weighed more than disadvantages after I met you
But do not fret! This letter won't be a farewell
Presence of mine shan't be abandoned so long as you live by my senses.
You are the dearest among them women united,
Unparalleled even by whom the society mostly adored
Shall I continue further how your eyes in the morning revive the nights I spent with me alone?
By all means, let me lead the way--
Saundra, they must have made you a warrior
As no one can depart me from thee
You guided me so well, not even I can take me far from your goddess beauty
The soul you took can never be taken back,
If tried, the poet just might as well be blocked.
I love you, and will I ever cease to love you?
Death will welcome me with arms wide open when that happens
You love me, but will you ever cease to love me?
Life will welcome you with a cloudless sky when you always follow your heart
And do not mind me for I chose to worship you in the name of love.
To this end, still these words aren't enough to utter
To utter the voices of romance within me
Always, will I come back to that morning of July
Where you became firstly beautiful,
That until now I find it difficult
To conceal the awe whenever these eyes land on you
Do me, hence, a favor
When the dog howls on December
Do return to this letter
And on his ears, these words you whisper
Will make him feel the pain no longer
And as you cradle him to death,
Always remember---
Once a poet wrote your name on a paper,
Your soul will remain in him forever.
Pardon.
