Darling maiden, in my fantasies, I have sculpted your exquisite beauty from words carved upon paper so they might become gifts of poetry for lonely hearts to read.
My sorrow in lonesomeness is hidden as I await the fire of love to warm my heart with yours in passionate silence.
Even when silken flowers are sleeping in my hands, they are really invisible to me until your lovely eyes can awaken them with one teardrop sound.
Woman of my dreams, I shall continue to love you among the blossoms of every moonlight before the cruel hours of daylight steal you away again from the many fantasies of my mind.
With the passing of countless twilights and in all my undertakings, I have worked hard to protect the sacred poems of you…the same way a stem holds a beautiful rose close to its stalk.
O Lady Flower, zealous for your love is what I have become in a world where the image of a man like me goes unnoticed for loving with faithfulness and truth.
Please understand that I shall remain delighted to exist without sleep knowing there is some hope of you seeing in my weary eyes just how zealous I am for your sweet and precious love.