Dear Rosalina,
I am totally worried. Your silence is deafening my soul every minute. Every evening before I go to sleep, which takes hours before I can get the sleep, I pray that whatever may have happened to you, the Good Lord will end it. I cry, wondering what might be the problem. What is it that has sealed your lips or crippled your hands to write me a letter or what has tied your feet to post me a letter. I wish I had answers to all these questions. But how can I know my Love? When you are no longer speaking. When my eyes are no longer seeing your fancy handwriting.
Mornings are no more sweet as they used to be. I wake up so weak and weary. I am losing hope and I’m terrified that soon; my boss will start recognizing my changing behavior. Though I pray it doesn’t reach to that point. I look at the sun, and that radiance is not warm any more. The day remains cold for me. The thought of your silence runs through my mind like an electric current. It’s like I’m losing myself again, being driven to the past, that I have always been scared to even think of. Please tell me, Love, you won’t allow that to happen.
I have drafted this poem for you, my Love. I want you to know that I have always loved you and will always do. If there is any word in my letters, that have afflicted your heart, I’m truly sorry, just let me know so that in the future, my hand will not be mistaken again to jot down such a word. I beg that you enjoy this poem;
“You have served my heart with adoration,
Driven my soul with compassion,
Built me up with affection,
You have made me who I am today.
You saw in me a hero when they saw a loser,
You saw in me a father when they saw a mediocre, You saw in me greatness when they saw poverty, How you overlooked their beliefs of me.
Today, my Love,
This vow I take with honesty and sincerity, To let the world, know,
You are my only Love for life.”
Till next time,
Receive more kisses.