Her passion is love

Number of pages: 178 Oh you who are reading my papers now, I do not know you, and you may know me or be unaware of me, but I ask you for one thing only, in case you find this notebook of mine and do not know my place, to try to reach that one who will not understand my words except her, and whom I have never written for anyone but her. She has two eyes that snatch away sadness and sift it until it becomes joy if you look into them. If she gestures with her hand, you see a mark of beauty settled upon her, and if she speaks, you realize that no one deserves to read all of this except her. Mischievous as if she was created to embody the pleasure of the world in her teasing, and friendly as a flower that bows to greet you whenever you pass by her. I put her address on the front cover of the notebook. Please tell her that I wrote for her, and that I love her.