To his lovely lady...
A red letter paint in blue colour is on the table for you.
I wrote over night and i compose this morning. Laugh...
As instructed on the letter,
don't read till 4.00 pm when am back.
The reason for this is just
for you to see me crying when
reading the letter.
Oooooh my little sweet cake,
the content of the letter add a sweet taste to my bitter heart ;
for the letter say thus
with all my spirit , i hate the reader now.
My bones are happy when i knew of her inner love to me.
My eyes behold you and deny of seeing.
My eyes see her beauty and my hairs are no more.
Her teeth are clean and white as the crystal.
Her hairs show me a precious gold when the little air breeze along the window.
By her charming bright eyes ball, i feel like fainting.
Upright in mind and cool in temper says her fairly glowing face.
My thirst is watered in your magnetic lips.
Oooooh my little piece cake !
Her home hand work tells about her gentleness and concentrating lady.
The breeze that runs across your nostrils tells me about how caring and meekness you are.
My precious and dynamic lady !
Her bedroom aroma tells about the great fun we have together.
Your rhythmic style and steps make me insane for days
The kitchen cockroach says about your delicious fried rice.
Oooooh my little piece cake !
How i love to be with you some days
just to hear from that your cool pleasant voice.
Oooooh look at the image of the archangels
how so shining , bright and warm it is ?
For exactly is your body and your shape.
For my wall clock will always count on you after christ the saviour.
Hmmmmmm...
My sweetie
my loving lady
how so happier are my veins when i see you once again.
Am unable to cry for you but does my eyes.
The last words of the letter says thus
forget me not.
Wish to see you once again my loving angel.
Happy weekend.
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