A love letter to _ _

Soon this secret shall not be unveiled (for it shall not be easy to take out the cover).

Those whose eagerness is vast enough –however- (to understand a man’s passion and wicked love),

Shall in this written lines the sweet name of my love discover.

Hidden clues alone for good readers I shall give:

A great writer’s ways I am imitating (I am, indeed);

Men may cry in front of his Raven, His Valentine and his Annabel Lee.

Divine God did not bless him during his life (this poet cursed was born),

His poetry as an example I use though, to encript the name of my angel which means ‘Almighty God.’

The enigma of this beloved maiden’s name thou shall not unriddle,

Yet, wise men and those who are doués might hear a rhythm.

My darling, far away from loving me, lives here in two words within my soul;

Sweetest golden of sounds the lips that name her produce-

Thou cunning fox shall not pronounce it though,

Unless the poet’s rhyme hath  been deduced.-