Darling, you have always been the flower of love in the garden of my heart that I nurtured and adored with tears.
Sadly, in my empty dreams at night, I find myself roaming the universe frantically searching for the fragrance of any flower to remind me of beautiful you.
As I long for you with ecclesiastical hope, the intensity of my pain pushes me into the arms of reality, which in turn thrusts me back again into the bleak morning hours of tearful lonesomeness.
Today, I sometimes wonder how we allowed foolish pride and misunderstandings to become like weeds subduing the fragrance of your beauty from blooming upon the fruitful soil within me.
Precious lady of my heart, the treasured writings of my poems are compelled to speak to you silently about why my love for you will continue to grow, even while lamenting and burdened with grief.
Roaming this universe has taught me one thing, my darling…there is not a single flower or woman alive that can ever replace the enchanting fragrance keeping me in love with only you.