Your perfume on your letters

I feel your perfume in your letters;
The perfume that came from your hands felt;
Your hands are so white and beautiful;
Hanging fed along corollas;

When I'm out in the land losts;
In you I take my inspiration here and there awake;
I write and I can feel you so close;
As would be more in a two lives;

Weeping, I never wanted a lot of pain;
My dream: to meet you in the spring;
Please, I beg that you never asides;

And your perfume stuck in your letters;
Michael Jackson, I only beg forgiveness;
If I ever hurt you from the bottom of heart;

To be continued.