Dear J, don’t you know, that you are for me more, than that I write often in my letters, the most beautiful woman in the world? I cannot tell you, write the words how much more, that what ever I would write, say, would leave out what is most important. If I could carve, chisel a feeling, write a poem on water, I would be stopped, would need an ocean. The power of what I feel, that I attempt to express humbles me. If I close my eyes, I see you, hear your words. Good night dear J. With love, Karoly.

Ps.: I will wait for you at the usual place, time, as soon as the health regulations permit it. Please stay out of harms way, please. K.



I thought it was gold.

Then, finally,
By the spring, encouraged, pale,
In his heart a nightingale,
Presented himself as your man,
Walked close to your humbling beauty,
Sheltered you on the street,
Opened a restaurant door,
Dazzled by the fireworks of your smile,
Asked you for a dance; when
Your friends arrived. Being older
He promised acting as if you just met,
Rocket in his stomach.
Even lifetime’s stolen moments pawned
Now, no one to share his silence.
Founder in the days without her, he is,
According to a precise description,
Thinking to himself; he should resist 
Curling up in his woes.
The way to him is very long,
The pew is facing the wrong way,
He is afraid, will not believe the words:
So long sweet love, thinking of you, 
I spent your iron
I thought was gold 
In my love's luxury.

Dear J,


Dear J, I hope, wish that you are well. I already wrote to you but it is somewhere else in this program with the date 2020-05-19, with the – Drafts? Can you hear the drum-beat of my heart at 7p.m. every day? You certainly are in the front row of the first responders. I will dream about you. Good night dear J. have a happy dream. K.

Ps.: I have sent 3 pages of what I wrote about you to a national poetry competition. Even if I win I could not, did not do justice to, describe how beautiful you are. K.


I hope, wish that you are well.

Dear, beautiful J, I wrote a few lines to you, but this program ate it. It was written 2020-05-16. With love, Karoly.

2020-05-15. Dear J, I accidentally deleted my letter. Unless I find it, will write it again tomorrow morning. With love, Karl.

Dear J, I thought of you a thousand times but could not write to you.
My love is my master, opened one eye;
I know my animal, I was surprised
By his song; love-light poured through
The window, filled my body, he cried.

And in the score of this haunting serenade,
In the forever blue between
The more and the less of the blue of the tiles
Of the Escorial, trampled on more than once
But still beating is my heart.


Dear J,

2020-05-10 Dear J, I am sorry for being away for such a long time. I had to look after few people who care for me and after those who rely on me. During that time I thought of you a thousand times. Beautiful, dear J, I could see you any time, but unless it is all right with you, I will not. I wrote about you, dream about you. I beg you to be very careful, keep out of harms way. I wish that you are in good health, the best of health. Please, please look after yourself. Karl.