From: Leander, Groningen, The Netherlands
To: Irina, Donetsk, Ukraine

“And when the shaves of pure light

Glance in her dear eyes

I see my angel for the first time

Know my purpose, feel my birth

Hear, first faintly, then distinctly

The sweet strains of our union

Our love heats up the cold universe

Gives my tired, desperate hope a reason to be revealed

And purified by our kisses

For eternally healed”