The letters she never sent
Are still lying in a small golden box in her chest
In her letters she poured her heart to her lover
She poured her dreams her secret fears,
Her hidden demons
She wrote her vices her virtues /
Her desire to be kissed on lips/
Her desire to be touched /
Her desire that roaming fingers of his/
gently explore every corner of her body/
To explore the hidden treasures in it/
To give pleasure to receive pleasure/
That fingers of his will /gently caress her silky hair/when she will be lying on bed with closed eyes/she wrote her desire to be loved Her dreams be given wings/ so that she can find out a new sky for herself/ she wrote her desire to be loved at old age/when her face will be wrinkled all beauty gone /she want to be loved to be desired/to be given importance/to be treated with respect and equality/she kept no secret /she poured her heart out/but letters she never sent/
because she could find no one