To the wind, with love

"To wherever hell you'll go, I love you"

My Beloved,

  How much pain, heartache will I suffer for you to realize I exist? How much sacrifice, patience will I show before you'll know someone is with you? How many masks must I wear for you to feel I'm tortured with sorrow? And if you become a tormentor not a lover, do I have "to die a thousand death"?...

  You're the one I cherish...but to wherever hell you'll always go! You ignored me, you fooled me...yet within me,I always do loving you.

  Too much haze, too insane...Your the sinner, but I'm more than, because I'm the one hanging in whiff and no matter what, you're still the one that I love...   It's too fresh for me to forget the dawn when you unlocked our channels. The torture it builds is killing me.

  I do accept, I am nothing, that you don't deserve me...but I can't help myself to scream out this withered right you engraved in my youngest soul.

  Now that I'm leaving, I dedicate you this parting lines:

   I wish to tell you how much you mean to me despite all the tempest cursed. Thus, "I murdered the king of loathe within for us to rest on the verge of eternity."

   I value how hard you struggle to let me know you care a lot. I believe I have done, too. My silence however has its own reason to be tattered by time, not to what you expect.

  If the fruits are bitter, then it's the foul of situation. I know that you suffered for my lowest. I regret it deeply. I assure you dearest that I'll "go on no matter what". I don't deny my griefs but I'll try to atone everything in me.

  Farewell and 'til we meet again. Please forgive me for all my illusions. I understand your love for me has faded already.

Goodbye,

Babe