When love comes

Drowning the silence of my room, I am getting many insights and a soft breeze is touching my legs.
I need to confess loudly that yet you are the touchstone in my head and I wish I could say it to you. Every time that I feel love around me, first I remember you and the way we would embrace each other. I remember how long I was yearning for you, as if you were a painting under a slow progression, and time brought an especial value to you, made you something immortal in my soul.
Yet my love letters are all to you, who I assuredly feel I will not meet. Sometimes I wish I can get all of them back, asking you give my heart back. I know what you would say, "I promised you not to forget you."