• Oh my dear,
    How i miss your warm silk skin,
    The sweet smell of it when your hand touches my lips,
    The wonderful aroma of your hair,
    Depth and mystery of your pale jade eyes,
    The beautiful scarlet of your hair,
    Oh how you can almost see my mind.
    But my dear beauty we cannot last,
    For when the sun arises I awake,
    And you vanish quick and sweet as melting chocolate,
    But no more are those nights for you are gone my sweet,
    How long I do wonder?
    One night he came again and it began anew.
    My dear lovely.