Letters written neatly
just talk
and tell us what 
we want 
         to know.
Sometimes
But short and sweet
and not so neat
perhaps just scrawled
          or scribbled
In haste.
A thought cannot
contain a line
or tell you how 
I feel
          about you.
Now.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    