It never gets old, special, unerased
The day when rain drops
Made our first glance, worthy
Boiling fresh blood in my vena cava
As an alarm of belief
So ignorant I never knew;
The letter from my heart will remain unread
As tears soak it in my hands.

From that moment
Doors of the magical emotion
Were open by your smile;
arguably the first
To teach me what the magic is
So ignorant you never knew;
My heart is writing a letter
Soon to be blown by wind away from my hands.

Cracked my world was,
As my eyes watch your feet
On your way out,
What a sad joy! Your cheeks still smiling
Maybe your heart had a letter for me
Soon to be burned with anger, set on fire
To disappear in your hands.

Now, I celebrate a decade
Of our unfulfilled exchange of letters
I finally comprehend,
It was meant to be that way
Until now my heart has never scribbled
A letter of golden ink as it did the with you
Even though my three previous letters were torn by my addressees
But special is your unread letter in my hands.