Letter to Jess My dear sweet Jess, I must profess, My feelings for you, let me express: From break of dawn

to the nightingale's song, Thoughts are relentless, helpless, possessed! My dear sweet Jess, I do attest, You're a living masterpiece, made of flesh . . . And blood and bone, organically grown: The greatest sculptor could not carve in stone! My dear sweet Jess, I should confess, I love your tresses, the way you dress, So fresh in tone, in a trance-like zone, Of style and character, all your own! My dear sweet Jess, I cannot suppress, My longing for you, the need to impress, Upon your heart, that I am blessed, By your worldly being, fortune's quest! By Arturo Tora (13 January 2013)