A Letter From a Dying Man

My breath is short, and as coldness increases, my pulse gets too weak; and I terribly shake like leaves fighting a vicious tempest... after it has passed, I'll slip into darkness and finally rest, but my last wish is written on page, damning these lips that can't speak! This letter from a dying man expresses agony, but also a longing for warmth and closeness: kind eyes to soothe pain and hands to caress; let a dream begin, let its vision resemble reality! My hope is that you will read it towards evening, and not letting you see me suddenly turn pale from lack of breathing, can spare you tears that would never stop flowing; oh, sweetheart...the truest love you gave me with a selfless feeling!