Dearest beloved Lady,
I write these words to you both in expectation and in the greatest of thrill.
Lovely and joyful it has been the time you and I spent along.
Thus, the urge to inquire.
What would you think, sweet Lady of mine, of you and I to cease in the generosity of our kiss and of our touch to those few fellow other than us?
Yours I am. Such is fact. Then yours I’ll be.
Right does it sound?
Please, do say yes.
Yours truly,
E.K.
Dearest beloved E.K. of mine,
It is with great grief that I acknowledge thy words.
Answer is no, dearest E.K.
Truth be told. Lovely and joyful it’s been such time. That is so.
Yet, I can’t offer you that which you long.
How to proceed from now to then? Be it thy call I shall respect.
Wish I delivered a sweeter word.
Sweet-sour ’tis one. Greatest of all.
Yours truly.
My dearest beloved Lady,
Thy honest words are for me to keep in the greatest of appreciation.
Did fall for you. That I can’t help.
Your sweetest kiss every now and then would only sting to worsen pain.
I make my call. It is farewell.
May be in the long, when tears dry up and heart repairs, then, you and I shall meet again.
Truly,
E.K.