Written from my heart, now you have only to read

My heart hurts a little.
A new message would be soothing.
Every day I check my mail.
The one I have no desire to so many.
But none of Sofie.
I want one that does not.
Our communication is now so rare.
That's why I feel so lonely.
Not that I have lack of friends and family.
But just lack of communication with the one I like to see.
I really know them yet.
It is therefore important that people see each other again.
A smile, a joke and a good depth conversation.
Somewhere in its appointed place.
Sometimes I start to fear.
That they no longer want to read my post.
I would sincerely love her and to show business.
But my question is whether there is place in her life.
The likelihood of contact by mail is so small.
That I sometimes wonder how it is in a relationship or not to be.
Maybe I miss it sometimes.
And I really hope I'm wrong.
I really do a lot of effort and energy.
And wait patiently for news of the dear Sophy.
It takes no effort for a poem with words so soft and not hard.
Just because every word I write with my heart.
When I write I do not translate but just my feeling.
So I write with warmth and my never be cool.
I really want my heart and love to share with you.
And I hope you never have to play games with me.
I want you to really trust each meter.
But really our communication needs much better.
It sounds weird but it's true.
Otherwise, our confidence in each other certainly in danger.
That's why I stop for the moment still waiting and hoping for a sign.
I will hear it because I have recently given my mobile number.
Did you lose it then you do not scare.
For I shall again enter it below.
(XXX XXX XXXX)

For now, this is the last poem.
Sent on July 1 addressed to you.