The love letters are
They start without knowing
What is going to be said and
They end up not knowing
What has been said

Because emotion invades us
We waver for love, but
When we started writing
We let ourselves be carried away by that feeling
What is called love

The love letters are
They start without knowing
What is going to be said and
They end up not knowing
What has been said

And it is the heart that inspires
And the soul writes, and when
We finished writing
We admire things
Beautiful we write

The love letters are
They start without knowing
What is going to be said and
They end up not knowing
What has been said