We never know the worth of water till the well is dry. ~Thomas Fuller, 1732

 I love a woman who makes me sing about all women waiting for me and reads my letters and whispers my words every morning and evening

   Her heart feels my steps, my beats, my sighs, as if it were me and she, whether she was watching me, following me and guarding me in the present and in secret.
   No matter how much I see others, no one else fills my eyes, as she is the princess of women
   And with it I knew the meaning of sufficiency for others.
   I loved her and will always love her
   I will never stop loving her no matter the circumstances
   And no matter what distances between me and her.