In the Heaven's Mailbox

There lies a letter, from me to you. in the heaven's mailbox. which runs along, these desperate lines; "how's life in heaven? how are you, darling? I can't stop missing you, my heart is yearning, for your pure fragrance, your soul, your existence. your golden gleaming, breath-taking greetings. your cool chilling whispers, in the dark night. where all is dark, yet surprisingly bright. I miss your pale, freezing touch. is this to ask, just too much?!" I wish I could, live up there with you. but your sharp words, in my head still cry; "don't you act stupid, after...I die."