Dear Maria,
This is the day.
I shall drown my fears,
let them fall,
hidden, into shadows
so I can no longer hide
from what I know to be true.
From what's in my heart: what it beats to say.
From what I've kept to myself,
what I've thrown away
so you couldn't see
what truth lies behind closed doors.
So you couldn't know
what you were missing.
But today I stand
at the edge of the world:
there is no tomorrow,
nothing but dust.
And so I write to you,
in my final hour,
what I've never dared
what I've never thought
to speak.
My heart beats for one Maria,
and the sole is but not mine:
it is yours.
It is your heart Maria
for which I have longed;
for which I have rejected.
Never was I yours,
I was always my country's:
for better or for worse
this is true.
But I loved you Maria,
like a man never could;
and I wish to you:
your ever after,
your sky on high,
and your prince.
I shall not return
and as I breath my last breath
know, it's your name I whisper.
I love you Maria
forever
and ever
and beyond.