I think of you, my dearest Rose. Are you well my dear, only god knows. A small piece of cloth from her sleeve, his mind froze. How art thou, good or bad? His mind composed. The warm feeling, his thought explode like of the sunrose. Her voice, like a melody of music to his ear. Although she is distant, in the heart she is near. While all the townsfolk are out to get him, her smile during this hardship got rid of his fears. A creature of delicacy dried away his drops of tears. He could not wait till they met again, this time they shall bind together. At the thought of rose, he gasped for breath.