Pouring my soul in a form of ink
On these papers, front me
I want to write a letter
With love, from me to you
But I don’t even know you yet
Will you be dear and feel my love,
On these papers that long turned yellow?
Will you understand the secrets behind these?
I wrote my feelings for you
With love, from me to you
But I don’t even know you yet
Sorry for the selection of the words
I know these are not perfect
But the emotions that holds these words
And the feelings of mine, all are true
With love, from me to you
But I don’t even know you yet
Will you hold it close and smell the ink
As these are pure feelings of mine
The blue ink and the yellow turned paper
All the love I poured in one
With love, from me to you
But I don’t even know you yet
And will you be dear and write me back,
The feelings you hold for me, if there is any?
As I have pour my soul for you
On these papers, front me
With love, from me to you
But I don’t even know you yet!
