To Thou my sweet,

I find such sweet sorrow to see you walk through the grass, to see your hair flutter like snow feathers in the wind.  I find that no other smile but yours brought such a gentle touch to my heart to no other but you can make me feel human. To roll on the grass and laugh along side you, oh my sweet, why tug my heart with such a sweet voice. To Thou who say I am naive and a fool, I be a fool for you.

Tug my hand no less and cry no more, for I see you grow and I feel your presence here in this room, the touch you lay on my lips every night, oh thou my sweet, you tug my heart so. Ask you please, not to stop, but to let it grow to more than a simple brush of love on my and your lip. Let me see more from your heart. I wish upon thee, let me love you, let me see you more, and ones own eyes that reflect thine own.

My sweet little flower, let me help you blossom in my arms, let me love you more than any other. To find our peace together my little flower. My dear sweet, let me love you all the more. For thou should not deny ones heart, for it beaks easily at such words that you speak, and mends sweetly, like the flowers that bloom beside your body that sleeps among natures children.

Oh my sweet, I shudder to say your name, for it brings such joy to my heart, that I fear it may run off for you. But your name plays tricks on me, for you are not a fox my flower, you can not hear my every beck and call, oh my sweet Kitsa, play my heart strings like one's sonata; come meet me, under our spot, where we have lain together in harmony. I shall wait for you, under the mother’s cover of blossoms and prayers...

With such love,
Elliot