The Broken Heart

Dear BH,

Hope this mail finds you still playing to life's songs in perfect beats. However challenging the tunes are, I know that you will bear with me. We cannot do without each other, you know.

Allow me to take you in my arms, to hold you and croon endless love songs into your ears. You shall find sweet sleep close your eyes while dreams flow like the calm blue seas. The melodies shall come in varied tunes, singing of joy and sorrow. Roses and tulips, butterflies and bees will surround us while we dance in the spring wind. You like waltz and that we shall we do, what music to play, my love? Would you like Strauss or Tchaikovsky? 

My dear BH, love was foolish and gay while we explored life in its unknown. The fountain of happiness in finding each other at times was too deep to take by itself. What shall we do then? Perhaps bury ourselves within sips of the best wines? Love held magic wings and drunk with it all, we climbed the stairways of the Milky Way and the floated with autumn clouds. Basking in the moonlight can we join Cupid on his trance one day? 

While I write, I know that I wait for you full of hope, you did not give a farewell kiss. In your new world on the other side of the world, are you happy? Do you wear your scarlet dress now and then? And do your dark, pool-like eyes look for me? There is no distance and yet endless miles between us, somewhere reason and passion wage wars in our lives together. Wonder who shall win? 
I laugh and cry, time and time again. Seek refuge in pills and doctors, no-one rescues me on lonely nights. Darkness deepens, stars come out. Perhaps your eyes are looking at one like mine? Are we together locked in sights?

Dear BH, my Broken Heart, how shall I mend you again?