These poems written of my love for you

I’ve been sending them for 15 years straight

As always there is no reply,

And still there is no reply

The first year, i was a bit reckless

I wrote everyday without fail to you

I always licked stamps with no rest

Sending to you my heart's spit

The Second year , I was still too reckless

My house set on fire would not have bothered me

In fact, from below my clothes had caught fire

and by the time I notice, only my collar was left

During the third year, I had calmed down

My mind had reached the limits with literature

I had published my Mixi Journal,

and my Mixi had been completely maxed out

In the fourth year, i wrote for a magazine,

And I had branched out into social issues

I released a compilation of poems

and i had quit being a salaryman

These poems written of my love for you

I’ve been sending them for 15 years straight

As always there is no reply,

And still there is no reply

By the fifth year, I was a Pro at poetry 

I had captivated woman/men from 20 to 34

But because i was so earnest

I saw other girls/boys as inexperienced pansies

By the sixth year, My body was ruined

I’d already wrote over 2,000 poems

Not a bone had not been broken

Not an organ had escaped damage

In the seventh year, I was in perfect shape

So today, i think i will compare you to something

Perhaps you are like extreme Ironing

Perhaps you’re like a compound inner product space

Even in the eighth year i didn’t even change

So today, I’ll compare you to something

Perhaps you're like winning all matches in 16 sumo tournaments 

Perhaps you're like an AMPA glutamine receptor

These poems written of my love for you

I’ve been sending them for 15 years straight

As always there is no reply,

And still there is no reply

on the ninth year, i had an accident

Apparently My head suffered from quite a blow

And although I had forgotten My own self

I  Remembered only that i loved you

Through the tenth year, Through the eleventh year,

My memories had not returned

And yet, I only loved you

All I wanted was your reply

Through my twelfth year, through my thirteenth year

My memories had not returned

But I still loved you;

That was all i ever had

Even by the fourteenth year, it didn’t return

everyday was frightening and uneasy

I just wanted one glimpse of you

I just wanted one word with you

In the fifteenth year, my memories returned

I remembered everything, and Broke into tears

Because i suddenly remembered…

That you had died 15 years ago

These poems written of my love for you

If they kept piling up, could they reach you soon?

In your old room

Everyday, they kept piling up

I couldn’t see you anymore 

And i was still in love with you

But i thought we could meet again

And you dissapeared again

These poems written of my love for you

I’ve been sending them for 16 years straight

As always there is no reply,