Who art thee, Al Louise?

Art thee a man of thy words?

A man who mastered the art of silence?

Doth thou giveth me some clue?

If yes, forgive me for I missed it.

Thou hast occupied my mind.

My pen couldn't stop writing.

And my paper is full of thy name.

Al, thou art unusual to other men.

How shalt I tell thee this?

Thou hast opened the wonder within me.

What secret is there to dig?

The pattern.

Thy silence hast caused me wounded.

It's like mourning, Al Louise.

I want a word from thee.

If thou art reading this,

Would you be so kind to write to me?

May my words in letter reach thee.

I don't want to miss everything.

-wiriri