O aveey dear,
wish you were here, your captivating voice my ears yearn to hear, this pain I no longer can bear,
I wish you were near that i may lean my lips on your neck, and tear on your breast.
O Aveey dear, this pen i stole from loves den in sheer desperation to write you this love poem.
I am not a clown but just a brown gown sown from a fine linen, I only wish to caress your body, be the only one to see your nakedness and shield you from mens wickedness.