Letter Ten
Dear Ereadura,
As a man desires that his thirst to be quenched by cool and refreshing waters, so does my heart thirst for you my Love. I ponder of you every day. I meditate upon the thought of your love. I sing and write poems just by knowing that you are mine. By having you, I have become skilled and talented in the ways of literature. My mind is sharp and every day I find myself writing letters of love, stories of love. I believe by the end, I will have written more books than I have imagined I could. But do you know, the beauty of it is what? All I ever write is about you. I have nothing to tell the world apart from telling them about you.
My books all speak of your magnificence, my Love.
I love you.
