“I love you in a way where time forgets all boundaries, where love is not measured by memories that remain or tomorrow hanging on the thread. I love you in a way the quiet river sings, flowing from a longing too deep, for this feeling of mine is untouched by the seasons and storms, life may bring. I love you in a way these eyes love the faraway rose, opening on a branch, and blossoming to the world. I love you in a way, so you may set fire in this depth of mine when winter kills every dream. I love you in a way when your name sets me ablaze to write a poem in the pages of my heart. I love you in a way where these eyes of mine keep gazing at the moon on a love-laden night.”