… for the message must be delivered… at any cost…
My courier flies west; upon its return
Brings a beautiful letter I forbear to open.
To enjoy the flowers, pluck them I should,
But linger awhile to admire them I would.
Opening the letter’s like undoing her silken blouse.
Just a whiff of fragrance, my many thoughts arouse.
Heavy does Autumn sit upon your Heart.
The word “Sorrow” from your letters depart.
~ The Messenger of Love by Chen Qing Shan, 1931