My dearst Love,
To thank I have not seen you sence the you were near. I have seen the Moon. I have seen Sun Sets and Sun Rises but nothing of you beautiful face. The peice of my broken hart are so small they could pass throw the eye of an needle. I miss you Like the Sun misses the Flower. Like the Sun misses the Flower in the Depts of Winter. Insted of beauty to direct it's light to the hart hardens in the frozen world you have banished it to. I will be Home waiting for you. I will find it cold and in the winter if you are not near this Chrismas.
Hope Guides me it is what gets me throgh the day and especially the night. the hope that the next time I look on you it will not be the last. with all the love I posses.
I remain yours,
The Kight of your Hart
(aka Joe)
