It is really a special feelings,
No colors, no words can relate it.
It only feels from heart to hearts.
Oh! For that you need a heart.
I love to recall the days
When you were with me.
I memories the candied moments
That accompany my loneliness.
I won't accuse you
For the deeds you did to me.
Except I will nourish it in my mind to rear up myself
Fit to struggle my life impediments.
But why I can not but giving you
a perpetual living,
As did Edgar Allan Poe
To his Annabel Lee.