If love was a treasure, then you are the rare precious stone,
If Love was the air, then you are the air I breathe,
If love was the sweetest melody, then you
are that melody,
If love was heaven, then you are the heaven I want live
If love was a treasure, then you are the rare precious stone,
If Love was the air, then you are the air I breathe,
If love was the sweetest melody, then you
are that melody,
If love was heaven, then you are the heaven I want live
Dear Rosalina,
May it be that my hands never tire to share my heart with you by the remarkable use of ink and paper. Be far from me that my eyes will be easily devoured by another’s wit or by the radiance of another’s skin. I have always devoted myself to thee, my Love. If there is silence, then it's not that I have diverted my heart to another course, it's that sometimes in silence my love for you grows deeper and strong. I have decided to be revisiting the meditations of your letters for a week. Do you know why? I just don’t want the magic of your words forgotten by my mind. I want every word you have written for me, to be a song I sing every morning.
How are you, my Love? Forgive my manners for not starting by asking how you are fairing on. It's just that my mind is so much consumed by the affection you share until I am scared that one day, I will be so weak to hold on. I have been praying to the Almighty to keep you safe and to guard your work as He has guarded my soul against being lured into regrettable passions that come because of loneliness. It scares me, my Love. What if one day I lost you to another? What if you lost me to another? How I pray that day never comes around. I would rather die a peasant than lose you, my Darling. I am sorry that such thoughts have visited my mind, but I won't lie to you, sometimes I feel tired of waiting, then, I remember, who loses patience for a treasure? I have seen traders from the old times, they would wait for years for their valuable merchandise. They never lost hope. Even when the winds in the ocean suggested otherwise, still they were strong enough to conquer temptations. My Love, I am ready to wait. Worry not your soul, I have no desire of letting my heart melt away because of time. What is time to a man in love? It’s nothing.
Today my Love, I ask your forgiveness for bothering you with much sorrows and worries of my heart. I hope you will find even a word that will please you in this letter. I just want you to know, in the rising and the setting of the sun, my love for you will not be quenched. I am still yours and you will remain to be mine.
Till next time I love you.
Your lips are like rocks that store fresh waters in the desert,
Every droplet of words that come from your mouth, Carries within it, a deliciousness whose taste, Breathes eternal life into my being.