I’m seated on a coach that lies comfortably in our sitting room listening to soft jazz music,
Holding a glass of champagne, sipping it gulp after gulp,
With my brown blunt blowing clouds of smoke to the air,
Still in deep thinking, wide meditation on why you left me, Tania,

You knew i was so in love with you, but you still decided to leave,
Not even a single night i ever slept without humming a soft song for you,
You loved lying on my chest at night when it was just the two of us,
Due the cold weather in June, you solely decided that you’ll stay,

You always kept away your phone, just to listen to my hilarious stories,
Something that every man with perfect levels of testosterone would treasure for ages,
I salute you ma’am, you’re still the woman of my dreams,
You voice was from a planet not yet known by human understanding,

I’m writing this letter to you my love, wherever you are Tania,
Come back to our favourite zone, we need to talk our issues off,
You are like a sun flower, that is not only beautiful to look at,
But also useful in extracting cooking oil among other benefits.