May I write what my heart preaches and draw the words with my blood. Shall I delicately present letters of letters that belong to you. Explanations of how factors of your beauty are uncointable. Smilar to the question of the number of cherry blossoms grown on one tree.
Times where I am surrounded by unknowns, I still develop the feeling of aloneness. Yet, when you are by my side, I am an ounce of water inside the earth's ocean.
My love for you is in a kissed, sealed letter that has not arrived to your mailbox yet.