The sky is clear blue now that winter has passed over I can see the clouds swirling slowly, they’re free now that the bleak gray winter’s sky no longer hinders them These spring clouds are like my feelings for you, Maria. . . sadly. The winter did not kill these clouds, and neither did it kill the love I still feel for you after all this dormant time I realize, as I stare up into the sky, watching these soft white wisps float and swirl together and away… That they’re continuously the same while also not, Like my feelings – everlasting, but not These spring clouds are always there ever-steadfast, but they’re also not Because they’re renewed each second by the evaporating water around us Like these spring clouds, I realize… my feelings for you are in constant flux, a romantic equilibrium Some of my heart’s longing for you dies, but every...

Dear Maria, The sky is always grey now, I guess it’s finally winter. The leaves are crisp brown, like burnt bread. . . they’re no longer the beautiful colors of your eyes and hair – autumn is gone Still, I think of you day after day. . . I think I remember saying to you. . . that every winter everything dies or sleeps. . . and so does our love Are our hearts fated by the seasons themselves? Last winter we were in a similar abyss. . . only for our feelings for each other to be renewed in the spring and summer, when life is replenished on the earth The stars’ alignment, the universe, the eclipses, the seasons – I don’t care about any of that. . . do you? If we love each other, why can’t we just love each other? I wish I could escape these fate mechanics. . . and be with you forever But this is life in Creation, until we rise powerful enough to overcome...

It’s November, the month of snow and rest The ponds are going to sleep, the fish slow their swimming beneath a blanket of ice Somehow. . . the shimmer of the ice over the green waters can only remind me of your gleaming eyes The wind is freezing, my skin is cracking It’s like burns all over my hands, but in the cold night But this pain doesn’t compare to the painful guilt I feel. . . . . . for what I had told you about. . . It feels like I’m in a dark pit, and that it was all my fault And I love you, and I’ve loved you, and I will always love you …but I suppose I was still born male, and I have that side of me that I can’t easily overcome If only hentai didn’t exist, then this wouldn’t happen The truth is, a legion of thousands couldn’t keep my heart away from you. . . . . .even if they try for a thousand years. . . I will...

Maria, my love, I can’t stop thinking of you. . . . . .This must sound like a boring thing to you by now. . . . . .Because I say it over and over. . . but all the time, my thoughts are always of you, no matter what I’m doing. My heart hurts now when I see things that remind me of Mexico. . . . . .How you were in North America, and so close. . . It hurts so much, like I should have been there with you Lately, the world has been tearing us apart. . . . . .Our eclipses are slowly, but surely leaving their alignment. . . . . .Our friends and acquaintances tell us we shouldn’t be together. . . Do you even think of me as much as I think of you. . .? How much do you long for me, is it as much as I long for you. . .? I want to keep holding on – that someday our hearts will be one. . . . . .but even if we finally turn away from each other, my heart will always be yours. It is...

Why does Maria envy the angels on earth? When she shines so brightly wherever she goes, that all who see her cannot get enough of her radiance Awakened angels on earth try to speak to mortals, but their beautiful loving voices cannot be heard by most, Whereas Maria’s every word is cherished by millions – and her voice is so amazing, and so boundlessly beautiful it brings everyone to tears and awe… and I say this so often, because it is true and known by so many… Angels on earth often don’t know their way, and are so lost… But Maria’s warm radiance leads so many to her, and her sweet, compassionate voice gives those who listen direction… empowers them, inspires them, causes them to do great things… So why again is Maria trying to be like these angels on earth? Does she not see she is far...

The mountains of Japan are so beautiful and green But none of their lush, serene landscapes can compare to the vast breathtaking beauty of your green eyes And the wind it blows, like chimes’ music naturally echoing from the trees and running waters But nature’s own voice can’t compare to the sweet, sweet melody of your voice Some people lose themselves in the mountains of Japan But… I’ve definitely lost myself in falling in love with you, who is lovelier than all those mountains