To you, your captore

My dearest love,

             I beg for you.  My intensity runs in my vains like acid. 

It bleeds for you. 

It knows not for what cause but it patronizes my inner sel and brings me pleasure. 

Thou cursed maiden. 

I wait for you, my Truly Loved; I write, I kill, I suffer and I die for you my mistress!

I beg for you.

                                                                                                                   For you oh wreched,

                                                                                                                               Your captore.