Beach at Eveningtide

Of course I still love you, J.

I want to see you at the end of my days.

But I'm kinda caught up with being in China at the moment.

So I wrote you a poem, in Chinese of course.

It's the first thing I've written that's more than a few characters long.

Maybe my word order is wrong any my brush strokes rudimentary, but it is for you.

So when you supply me with your new address, I can send it to you.

Anyone reading this who's not the particular J in question: don't be gelatinous!
If you are lustfully jellyous, I've probably already written you one, but it needs sending.
And you can always write me a poem of your own and then demand I repay you with great interest.