For love

To the beautiful love one,

Though they pinch,
All are for love,
Though it stings,
Everything is for you.

When I wake up,
The memory is of you,
When I cry,
The tears are for you.

The promises are to me,
The promises are for love,
The oaths are of life,
The oaths are for life.

Till the end of the days,
Till the end of the world.

“It is nearly time to leave the office. I hope that few lines could do away the misgivings between us. It is impossible to force a loving feeling upon another (while forcing something else is possible!). I never have the feeling that you force me (or feel that I am forcing myself either), to write you emails. The act of writing is not a responsibility also. However, since I am always thinking about you (you once ask me why), I think writing you emails is all right. I hope that you still know there is still a ‘me’ somewhere. Sometimes, when I have more things to write, the email will be longer. Otherwise, a few words to you are sufficient. My concern is that you grow tired of reading my emails (fortunately you said you did not displeased reading them). Moreover, I am afraid you get the feeling that I am forcing you to reply. Of course, it will be joyful if I see your emails and will be sad if I do not. But anyway, please allow me to show some sadness between words. It will be good then.

Perhaps, it is in my mind a commitment. I never explicitly tell it to you. Whether I commit to reply your emails is not important, you never ask for it anyway. Whether you are expecting any response is also not important. Emails will be written, your emails will be replied. mailbox in iPhone will be checked for emails.”