One day, I'll visit you;

maybe you won't find me

in front of your door or maybe you'll

but know that I always meet you through your words, and I am sure my words travel to you too.

But if I ever physically be there;

I won't be like your other tourists;

just reading all what they do to

your beautiful land;

I feel so shame.

O' player of the hearts;

king's offspring

know that all your words

for me, always bring the spring!