Hi Paul,
Today, the dawn is so pink
and the grass is so wet, bathed in dew,
The day blooms with finesse and ease,
It’s a wonderful start! How are you?
It’s been long, since I’ve not sent you a message.
Please, do not be angry with me!
I was lost and my sorrow was deeply depressing.
You wouldn’t love me like that, Bel Ami*.
I was lonely and looked like a duffer.
I was drowning in tears and pain
If you knew how much I had suffered,
you wouldn’t like to hurt me again.
It was so hard. I nearly died from sorrow.
But my soul’s tough – it got used to it and so…
You have become the hero of my story
Back from the past.
Paul, you should know:
Life is a miracle – a Gift an’ Advantage.
The grief has been polished to shine.
Tears and sorrow from Love (so romantic)
Let’s have a toast to the First Love Of Mine!
Paul,
That, In fact, is a poem of happiness.
I’m as free as a bird.
This is my new Me – ferric and fearless.
I am myself and it doesn’t hurt.
Well, I do miss you, of course. It’s not easy.
Coping with memories, years of longing...
But I am trying to keep myself busy.
And I succeed in it. Now, I am stronger.
Tell me, old friend of mine, how you are doing.
Did you go back to your beautiful wife?
How are the children? I do like them, truly.
Take care, Paul, and be happy! Goodbye!
Marry-Magdalene