My dearest love to be

‘Tis with the heaviest of heart

This morn I write to thee

From so many miles apart

 

If only you came hither

If only you were near

We ought to shed the notion

That this world is insincere

 

For nary two or three

Or fifteen thousand shooting stars

Gives riches gold enough

To surrender what is ours

 

If only you were present

If only you came now

If only you thought not of

What the teachings would allow

 

My shining sun, my glimmer

My piece that makes me whole

My love to last a lifetime

The match to mate my soul

 

That you would somehow stumble

On my letter, oh the luck!

That I may finally ask you

Yo… You down to fuck?