Beloved, my blessed sorrow.
brighter than pain and agony.
roses, angels, others, all beauty dub you queen of me.
whom I live for, whom I cry for.
none, only you.
All hearts raises white, committing you, kneeling, even moon and sun do.
Every dawn I wonder you my beloved.
Is it enough to give you all? … is it enough to write you alone?
I still wonder, why the pain and agony never deserted me, never left, I started to think it wouldn’t, until death.