My beloveth,
I have sailed across the ocean of minds and thoughts. I have been on life's voyage too long I forgot to pen you a shadow of my heart. It wasn't my fault afterall. Maybe it's life's. It decided I go on a horse-riding, perhaps life's adventure is more pleasant than love's. Maybe, life opined to bless me with everlasting fortune. Golds and silvers I posses not before.
This is what you've wants to hear, maybe it was what you needed to hear. I am no master in the art of love; maybe no one is. Oh! I remember! I fit into your fantasies? I smiled? Perhaps I should have been more thoughtful; fantasies are dangerous, and now that the world is encapsulated in misery. I loved you dearly, I should have loved you more, but a man gives not what he doesn't posses.
My lady, you trampled the ills around us fiercely like a mother in a battle against the odds. If a man places his wish ahead of his emotion, maybe he would go far. These are far from being philosophical, I posses not the wit to illuminate your graciousness, your grace.
I have had my share of defeat and pain, I would like to keep what remains of me. I live to die another. I do not intend to display a poor performance of my love's dedication.
Your humble knight
Sir...
Goon too soon...