My dearest,   Thinking of you, I miss the fire, the arousal has gone, I feel grubby, as if I was assailed..   Thinking of you, I even miss the warmth, I wish to find it again, but I search in vain  that hurts me so...   Thinking of you, I feel nothing, I try so to remember, how lucky I was, How close we were...   Thinking of you, I'm getting so cold, I wished I had ever felt your body warm and living...    Thinking of you, my tears have dried, I wished they weeped, I wished I could cry, to feel the sorrow...   But I am empty, my feelings are gone. I don't detect myself, my emotions are frozen, to protect my soul...   It's all by what you told, about your might, to mislead women if you only would, amazing to me...   I cannot understand you so declined... even when you never use it, the thought was on your mind, and doesn't decorate you.....   Your spirit is so far away now, it's if you are not you where is my dearest friend in my mind and in my heart this turn, is it for ever?