The well of my words is drying. I can still see a few of them scattered

here and there. I struggle to put them together for you.

Leaning with the bucket of love for them, it’s painful. But sweet.

When I catch them, am a very happy man. Take them to the table, clean

them and put them together.

Oh, sweet love of mine/ I miss you so much/ the sweetness of your last

night kiss hasn’t disappeared/ longing for more, a hundred more/

want to put an E chord here, and a G chord there/ oh, sweet love, sweet

as love can be/ give me one more kiss.

See how silly I can be?

Sweet love, I’m tired. Have to start my work shift at six tomorrow.

I shall be calling you after six.

Love you.

EO