You are somewhere else now at this night in yet another tortuous continuance. I am deprived of your simple companion. This is nothing, if I come to think that in this life I shall not be able to live with you. This thought kills me. Hope dies last. How encouraged can you be from such an eventuality? Life now shows its devilish face. Is it a trial or punishment? We shall find out sometime, my love. My sweet love, my dream of incomparable beauty, I do not surrender to despair. I may be temporarily lose a battle but I do not intend to lose the war. For me, fighting for my love is above everything. To withstand the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune. I am under the stars that hear my cries and read by resolve. These are the stars that are spectators in the most beautiful story of our live
