Yesterday I wrote you a love letter, and I drew some red hearts in the corner.
I wish I can retrieve It.
I saw you that day drifting with your lover, holding hands.
Love was massaging your thoughts.
Love was that smile on your rims.
I should have known.
I wish I can retrieve my letter back.
Beloved, now you hold two darlings, one you care about, and the other drowses inside a cloud from your sentiments.