A Note in 2 Liters

My Dearest Love,

I pray this letter finds You in good spirit and health.
You, who has smitten me with desire.
Perhaps, it is only for my lack of wealth
shipwrecked on this uncharted isle
that finds me tryin' to kindle this fire.

I can only imagine Your sweet scent
and of You under moonlit skies.
An olio of salted air and Your perfume
now each time I breathe this air
I can only think of You, Ooooooo!

How far must I travel to be by Your side?
To hold Your hands or be near and hold
Your close to me telling me 5K or more
In my mind I’m kneeling on Your floor.
and staring up at the sky
Because if I look at a certain star
I know one night You might do
the same.