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