It's hard to describe my love for you with just words
The English language and all the languages in the world just aren't enough
But the universal fact is that no matter what
I will always love you

A knock on the door. A shout for the person to come in.

"Hey man how are you doing?" John enters the apartment to check on his best friend.

"Great actually," Dave continues to sit at his desk and write.

"Whatcha doing? Writing more poems again?"

"Yup."

"What? You're not gonna correct me and say it's rap?"

"Cause it's not rap. I'm writing poems."

"Poems? Really what for?" John peeks over the boy's shoulder and find many sheets of paper scattered about along with envelopes.

"Love poems. I'm going to send them to him every day."