The Unwritten Letter
Ann,
How to express my being when I’m with you?
Love. Pure love.
The sense of good and rightness in the world.
The sense of your perfection through my own imperfect senses. How is that even possible?
Your beauty radiates and gives me the blessing of sight. Seeing perfection through imperfect eyes is being with you.
My beloved, all I have to offer you is my
own love. My only desire is to give you this love.
Will you accept it? For as long as you are, my love is the only gift I can offer you. If it only be for another glance at the splendor of your beauty.
Rene Saldana Rodriguez. El Salrod. 2019.
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