This ain't a letter of love but a letter of shame,
No, I don't dare to call you by your name.
I am not your prince, I am not hearty, witty or wise.
Poetry is my art to hide my acts of cowardice.
I know our relationship is like the house of cards,
I won't confront you, but adore you by my words.
I know without you, ages have past,
But I have written about you in my pages,
Alas! they aren't there to last.
You will forget me, I will only be there to weep.
Like laws of nature, the letters will fall asleep.
Now, even a day without you feels like a decade,
Petals of solicitude will wither away and vibrancy will fade.
Colors of benevolence will tarnish,
While words of adulation will remain unsaid.