Dear, My Sweetheart ! On my part Only I would like to say I love you, but do you ? Days are running bleaker : Forced to sip tasteless liquor. The bitter I face it hurts my ego. 'You may come or you may go whatever ! but I love you forever. That's my endeavour. My Summer hitting hot hammer Chilled Winter at centre of heart Colourless Autumn to welcome ! Flowerless Spring to swing ! Yet I would like to say ' I love you ' and I pray bright sunrays to illuminate my fatte : You must reciprocate to my love ! ' Dear, really I deserve .'