It will be my pleasure, to write to you, being absent from you, my furious lover...
I have certainly suffered through many ordeals, May love be bolstered and increased in need,
And either daydreaming the fascinating recollection or molding a trick to conserve the impression,
With the pictures of past pleasures etched in the psyche again picked up, never to be forgotten,
Indeed the soul may regret the favor it has missed, either way and in a way, her fuller empty body has confessed,
We all know that pleasures are perishable too soon, Let the memory of us be more lasting, let our emotions be too pleasing,
In truth, I do know what entails, but of course, I also know to prefer your presence to these beautiful walls, and this mortal wealth.