A letter to the Damsel

In the middle of the night as my heart aches and all I seek is some words to talk to you
Yet all I get is some tears from my moist eyes for I don't know where to find you
Damsel of my dreams, my heart is broken my soul is wounded and torn but trust me my Love is not gone.
I have no form of you, I have no name for you but all night I want to talk to you
Every night my semen dries up in the inner wear; Every morning alarm rings up to prepare for the daily chore
Between the two, some where lies my heart always waiting for you

I dreamt of you in all those beautiful actresses I first fell in Love with
I dreamt of you in all those beautiful edifices I built for you in the realms of my imagination
I think of you in every beautiful girl that passes by me and yet I know you are not reachable
All I asked was an ounce of a respect; And I ended up with a stab in the back
My heart is bleeding, there is no one to nurse my back now for it is broken
But Damsel of my heart, my Love is still intact.
It will only grow by the day till it reaches you but will you be able to take it?

Winter has come and the leaves of my tree have all been shedded
Winter has come and I lay all alone barren.
But don't worry, my spirit is not broken. I will grow it leaf by leaf and bear fruit by fruit
In the hope that one day when you find me, I can offer you all that I have

Damsel of my dreams, my search for you will not end, my love for you will not reduce
I know that I may never find you. But every letter that I write for you is in lieu of the countless nights I want to sleep with you and kiss you. And hug you and cry sleeping on your lap till I dissolve in you.