Never thought of becoming a poet, for neither I can spell nor write well; but I have things to tell and I wish you could hear them all.

So, I thought of putting this inclination of mine into a box and post it out. And when you open this strangely inspired box, you know that this lunatic still exists and lives prosperously.

Forgive me if I had paid too much postage ------the truth is that I am also longing to open a box from you.