To Reza, with love...

I wrote to tell you things I never would have the courage to say, I wrote you for I know that life will soon find it's own way.
Somehow I fear for this love which may never return, but the best reward of one honest love is when through all it suffers to burn.
My pain is like a million horses trampling upon my soul, but nothing more can compare to how my burdened heart strives to be consoled.
There are a million questions in my mind that I live with each day, and today or tomorrow would never be different, though my fear grows that you might not stay.
I know no one else could love you deeply, no not like the love I give, I know how in myself I can love you sincerely, which is why this heart begs you not to leave.
But how can I demand of you something that you do not know?
How can I ask you to love me back if my love to you is unknown?
But each time I try to tell you all, I stop and become afraid, can you blame me for a heart that because of you became so frail?
And last I pray for you, Reza, more than the Angels adore the Master up high, and at night when the wind sweeps I ask her to sing you a lullabye.
I only wonder what destiny has in store for from your love I may never be free, and she hurts me more each day that I wish your love was for me.