Dear Rosalina,
Thank you so much for understanding the worries of my last letter. I thought you would reply with a piercing harshness, but you didn’t. When I read your letter, I realized I had let the foolishness and the wits of loneliness take me a prisoner. I am sorry that I allowed the thought of diversion to take hold of me. Thank you for your forgiveness, my Love. Your letter reminds me of my mother. She used to love my father before he went to be with the Lord. She would nourish him with unflappable love. Sometimes other men were jealous of my father for having such a rare jewel of a woman. You possess all her virtues. When I see you, I see her. When I hear your voice, I hear her.
My Love, I am sorry that I allowed my heart to be vexed in such a manner. I was so stupid to let the vexation of my heart be brought into reality with the art of my hands on a paper. But I am glad, that you have released me from the prison of condemnation. You are the best!
Life is fair. The weather is friendly. The clouds are always shielding us from the scorching rays of the sun, but they also don’t deny us the warmth of the morning, adorned with a cool breeze. I can’t forget about the birds with their endless efforts to entertain us in the morning and to remind us that we, have to welcome the Savior before the day is long faded. They are our companions, my Love. Sometimes I wish I had such a lovely voice as theirs, so that, when you come, I would be singing for you when you wake up and before you retire to slumber world. But alas! I am just me. I am only proficient in writing with my heart and my hands.
I would love to write more. To slip open my heart in this letter, but my Love, I beg your forgiveness for stopping with this paragraph. I just want you to know that you mean more than anything the world could offer me. You are the other half of my heart. Forever, one with me.
Till next time, I love you.