Hello, my dear, im  writing to you
To explain my fear, to prelude what I'll do.
I will try to calm, stay short on strokes
I will not wall, only truth will be told

I want to start with well remembered day
When first time we met, were on little shame
With eyes opened wide, discussing the smell
Of roses in bloom above the place we yelled.

You were dressed in white,
Gleaming wisdom thought your eyes
Cute behavior of a rose
Honed and cold like ice

I stood in a front, dictating my thoughts
Complaining about pointless of gods
I was young and child, all on major chord
You conquered my heart, without telling a word.

Many years have past, many lives have gone
Many cries were to much or not enough loud,
And I can not say that I made many mistakes
And you remember as well-I never asked for brakes...

I'm writing to you, my dear old friend
My half of my soul, my half of myself
I'm writing to ask for a last good bye
I'm writing to ask for not asking why