“Having many things to write,
I shall not write with paper and ink,
As I wish to come to you and speak,
Face to face,
On this such a beautiful day,
I am here Princess and you yet,
So far away,
As we idolize each other,
In our hearts and souls,
As our flesh crawls with the,
Simplicity of burning desire,
Soon we shall be as one,
With the Silence of the night,
We shall glee with tender
Satisfaction,
So once again I am your Prisoner,
Locked within,
As we write with
No canvas No ink”