Note 1
I am not perfect. I don’t know if I will ever be. And I am not after perfection. In case your heart is thinking of a perfect person, then I am a wrong choice for you. I am just me and I seek you with the way I am.
If I seek you while I am focused on perfection, I will lose the most valuable things love can offer. If I admire you, because your beauty is superlative, then I will never enjoy what your heart gives. If I yearn for your voice, then my eyes will be doomed for what they see. All this comes and flies away like monsoon winds. The voice changes, the beauty changes, perfection has no real definition, everything about it, is a lie coined by men, just to justify their needs.
I don’t say I am good, I will be lying to you my sweet love, if I claim so. In fact, sometimes I think I’m the worst of men, though I don’t compare. I also don’t know the true definition of good and bad. These two words, make my lips and heart to stammer making it difficult for my life to move on. I find it hard to differentiate good from bad when it comes to matters of affection. Because these two, are a tricky topic that have led to death and sometimes breeding of new life. I judge not the two terms. I flee when I hear the sound of them
My Sweet Love, I am not what you think I am. I am not of nobility but I consider sometimes with a little pride that my character is noble. I can’t say I am righteous, that be far from me, that I proclaim to you that I am righteous, when every day like any other mortal, I fall short of glory. I am just like you. a human with flaws. `
I have weaknesses that sometimes I am afraid to admit. I have strengths which, in some cases I’m scared to show. Sometimes I get mad. Sometimes I get happy. You know life, can’t grant you all things at the same time. Nature has a way to balance our lives everyday…but that, I cannot say shall be an advantage to me or an excuse to hurt you, my Love. No. God forbid, that I will even cause you a scratch upon your smooth skin, which radiates like young lilies.
I want not to tire your heart with so much words. But I pray that you will learn to tolerate my wordy letters. I speak more via letters than I can speak with my lips. Maybe I shall find courage to, when we are united at the alter and proclaimed as wife and husband in the days coming.
For now, have a beautiful time, my sweet love.