The days keep rolling on. I have lost all sense of time or date. I am become but a grain of sand in God's mighty ocean, tossed about by thundering waves crashing and braking on me day and night. I have lost all hopes save one - seeing your blessed smile one last time; running my shivering fingers through your majestic titian hair. That keeps me going on, alive yet dead. Without you, all is worthless. I eat but hunger still. I drink but am always athirst. I cry and my sorrows multiply. A million lonely tears have caused a flood to come over my fainting heart. I drown in its anguish, my memories of you weighing me down into the great darkness of the deep. There, I befriends the dead, the drowned pirates, the sands of time that come and go but never remain. I sleep but never do I rest. I wake up daily even less refreshed. Thus is life without you, my Maria. How can cruel fate separate two lovers so? And where is the mercy of the times of old gone, where the peace of our fathers?
Our front has seen too many disasters, endured endless slaughters and hardships. We find ourselves haunted by shells and bullets, and worst of all, Mustard Gas. This war shall last forever. But, when forever ends, I hope I shall remain, to see you once and rest, to quench my thirst and hunger, to ease my sorrow.
Until then my angel,
Your Alfonso
