A year has gone by since you stroke me with a letter
A letter that melted the snow in my heart
A letter that saw the sweet dripping tears on my cheeks
In all the softened tone of your constructive phrases
I got hold on to one word “communication”
You caught me off guard I must confess
The passion that was loaded in those words shoved me into a journey
A discovery of us

Complaint, complaint, complaint as you put it
Here I begun by magnifying the magic in “three”
“Three” which I described as the beautiful mask concealing the ugly
Inside lives the most heartbreaking being called the truth
See I travelled back in time, catching you in your youth
The time you were cornered to let out the phrase you nursed since our eyes met

“I love you” the beginning of the magic three
I and you stand at the edge of the phrase
In the middle there is love and what is love?
I begun to think it’s just a means to an end
Maybe it’s just a vehicle which I and you ride to our destiny
Perhaps it is a catalyst of some sort

Is what we speak, feel, write, communicate love?
But taking from your misjudgment of my complaints
I have realized that in times we existed in silence
I spoke lots of speeches
I expressed my emotions like no other
In that time you are just a projection of my world
You respond according to my desires and interests
I am your surrogate you are you without autonomy

Oh how sweet to hear you speak of transformation
Covert ion of your emotional state
How your feeling condenses into ink
The ink freezes on paper and sublimates into a feeling
In the same process I will try to sublimate the feeling on paper
Melt it into ink and let it evaporate into a feeling for you

Oh my dear you, in the same line of returning the feeling
We change the processes thus we gain miscommunication
The trend which lead us to misinterpretation
This provokes misunderstanding and we end up doing the wrong things
Wrong leads us to a point of despair and disappointment
Thus we start afresh this gives us a job to do as lovers
Hence we grow old in each other’s arms

If your letter was meant to rearrange this order
Then it was plotting to kill the middle man
The death of the middle man would lead to chaos
“The death of magic three”

P.S. if I missed the point of your letter it is because of communication
See we all hear what we want and not what is being spoken
We omit the necessary information to generalize on one
In most of the times we are caught up in a fallacy