Formosa, I conceive you are not mine, probably never you will be ... but that won't prevents me from wanting you ... Star, I notice you are hopelessly distant, absent ... but it doesn't erase your countenance ... Angel, is that my soul poet lover absorb all beauty that only raises the wonder ... Muse, It's my heart clings to everything that inspires you candor... Soul friend ... meet you in spirit is up most intense ... I imagine you in verses is my constant longing ... Any flash of you nourish my being of pure feelings...