When I look into those drowning deep blue eyes, I lose my will to live.

Your touch rubs within my pores like sand paper.

What have I done to deserve this?

Every once in a while the sound of your voice compels me to scream.

Holding hands makes my hands sweat,

Sweat with anticipation of your bad breath against my face.

Oh how I hope for the days of letters and telegraph,

Where it would take a long time for you to come back.

Tell me all the things I never dare to hear,

My heart will surely beat on every line,

Until you finally reach the end of the love we share,

I shall take my last breath with your warm body by my side.