Dear Symantha,
My sorrow for you is truly inscrutable. The world has treated you terrible, yet you love me so unconditionally. It is because you know that love will conquer all. One day when all is right and war is no more, our love will flourish as the millions of dandelions in the joyous springtime.
Even now, in the dark chambers of my room I can see you. The tiny strands of hair that has a milk chocalate glow. Your hair hugs your face, both giving you the love that makes you shine and the protection from worldly disasters.
Your smile is just as seclusive as the jaguars of Kenya. Everytime that happiness strikes your face it is suddenly broken by the painful memories of her past.Her body is frail and small, but her heart is strong and free. Free as the birds that fly across the great mountains of Nebraska.
Her her serene silence is known by all that come to cross her. When her voice first said my name it was like if somebody had painted my name with unique colors of incredible magnitude. Afterwards I could write my name with pride. It is hard to conceave such pure and sweet words could escape those tender lips.
She does not know how much she means to me, and she thinks I don't know how much I mean to her. I will have to tell her one day. For now I will continue doing everything I can for nature and keep on searching for the perfect words to use when I finally sum up the courage to tell her my inner feelings.