The headrest set you, hand that write you
Therefore, rest your head and
read a treasured dream all the more quietly.
I care for no one else but you,
I tear my soul to cease the pain,
I think maybe you feel the same?!
What can I do?
Really, I don't know what could possibly be done.
For me the men were just squaring the circle.
And after all these years I was stuck between Euclid and Hilbert.
Indeed, I don't know what could I tell you
I'm writing to you, with a dim hope
that you'll read this .....