Blanche,
My dear Blanche,
I realise that you are not aware of this but when I look into your eyes my entire world fills with light. It is none other than you who becomes this light that effortlessly pulls me away from the darkness within my soul: my insecurity. Your glistening locks of hair along with your elegance and sheer grace are overwhelming, yet the love and adoration that I have for you does not falter. Your large, glowing eyes like lanterns to light my way when I become lost, are full of life and energy, and invite me in like no other, to assure me that you love me no less than I love you. However there is much uncertainty that surrounds the both of us. Wishing for hope is pointless Blanche, as loss of hope is inevitable, someday we will all lose hope. Thus we must not dwell in the past but …show more content…
I fear that I was not in the right état d’ésprit, state of mind, as the French would say. I assure you I am fine now. I am at peace and well. You need not fret nor cry for such emotional anguish is pointless.
As I lay in bed reading some of Poe’s great classics I found myself pondering about life’s great secrets. Anyway, this morning a thought struck me. I never took you to the local bookstore, the one on the terrace near the garden of tulips. It is right down the street nestled amongst the various bars and clubs. There are books of all sorts revealing strange yet wonderful and awe-inspiring stories within. I thought it would reward you with great pleasure.
Tell me what is it that intrigues you so much about books? Personally, I would prefer not to say that I love them rather that I have a fond appreciation of the knowledge and insight they offer. For me, books are not far from reason and truth. Things are changing, and there is little we can do about this. Such a depressing thought is it
My dear Blanche,
I realise that you are not aware of this but when I look into your eyes my entire world fills with light. It is none other than you who becomes this light that effortlessly pulls me away from the darkness within my soul: my insecurity. Your glistening locks of hair along with your elegance and sheer grace are overwhelming, yet the love and adoration that I have for you does not falter. Your large, glowing eyes like lanterns to light my way when I become lost, are full of life and energy, and invite me in like no other, to assure me that you love me no less than I love you. However there is much uncertainty that surrounds the both of us. Wishing for hope is pointless Blanche, as loss of hope is inevitable, someday we will all lose hope. Thus we must not dwell in the past but …show more content…
I fear that I was not in the right état d’ésprit, state of mind, as the French would say. I assure you I am fine now. I am at peace and well. You need not fret nor cry for such emotional anguish is pointless.
As I lay in bed reading some of Poe’s great classics I found myself pondering about life’s great secrets. Anyway, this morning a thought struck me. I never took you to the local bookstore, the one on the terrace near the garden of tulips. It is right down the street nestled amongst the various bars and clubs. There are books of all sorts revealing strange yet wonderful and awe-inspiring stories within. I thought it would reward you with great pleasure.
Tell me what is it that intrigues you so much about books? Personally, I would prefer not to say that I love them rather that I have a fond appreciation of the knowledge and insight they offer. For me, books are not far from reason and truth. Things are changing, and there is little we can do about this. Such a depressing thought is it