Thinking of you

I thinks of you, my beloved
every day and every night:
I thinks of you always,
and in every thought
there is a certain pleasure and a certain pain.

What is strange is that whenever I thinks of you
'Come and pour your troubles here, on my breast.'

And at time I call you by name
unknown anyone but loving fathers
and passionate mothers.

You have been in my mind every since I last wrote to you. I have spent long hours thinking of you, talking to you, endeavoring to discover your secrets, trying to unravel your mysteries.