My letter addressed to me.

Roxanne.....
You appeared in my life a long time ago, but I began to feel your influence only now, when I stopped tearing you away from myself. Now, during my approach to spiritual maturity, I feel great confusion and fear. I tempered in the struggle for a place in the sun, but from this I did not stop being afraid.
You, Your soul, reveals my painful sensuality ... I want to look at your beauty as an absorbing work of art, it fascinates me like a black hole. And you know that I do not look with my eyes. You reveal your potential in my body and draw with it, and I peer and listen to it. Your essence is a numbing, slow and inevitable diffusion in relation to life, tormenting all respiratory organs with its smell to sweet convulsions....
Now, in conjunction with you, I am growing without interruption, and my life line does not break, but is drawn in a smooth and majestic tread. I feel my back straighten.   You are a living reminder that the soul itself is the beauty of God and honor, and it is worthy of respect. I keep my soul soaked in you.  
Thanks for the fire...
With infinite respect and love for you...

I’m , Roxanne.