Dear Miss Miller, thank you so much for receiving my letter
today, simply on the brink of madness i just had to write you. I’m the person that loves you, realizing you don’t know my name, excuse any sin i might commit. Every day you become more brilliant, intelligence apparent, expressive with friends and tiny features enhanced by your mothers pearls has blessed my soul. Day after day i fearfully walk past you and take away your perfect shape, your vigor for life that no man would be worthy. Your faultless beauty and natural grace with attire to match, however simple always impresses me. To show my faith i have enclosed the richest tissues that could be procured, with arrangement and decoration along with your pink dress, would be wonderful before the public eye. So magnificent your figure, arrayed for the eye, your beauty so proper i also thought you would enjoy the gorgeous robes. The store clerk assured me that your loveliness, your wild flower prettiness is the source of my passion so i did include some more pearls. I’m afraid i don’t know much about your inner life, you know nothing of me but variety will not deceive you. To my limited knowledge no law has been broken, result being is that i love you, perhaps beautiful and brilliant in your own mind. The things you may love, peculiar to yourself was almost impossible to discover. You have many friends that helped me. Your mother’s impassioned state, however clear, also told me that you prefer gold to silver. She also said you have fiery luster and untempered light surrounds you. Although not knowing what she meant i was surely polite to her. Your mother also said you had spirit, which would be very good for our children, somewhat wild, desperate love making and defiant moods gather once in a while. Your lovely temper is at times a problem, cloud shapes of gloom and brooding of the heart at times gives you trouble. She also advises that your a morning radiance and are wholesome just full of promotion and virtues. Your mother ran little risk of not telling me enough about you. It seems we’re the best of friends and she is mindful that i love you. She gave me a wonderful print with you playing in the barn, those childish virtues you still enjoy she says. She told me to be mindful of some errors and misfortunes you had over the years, those early years get committed to the past. Simply testing us, both smiles and frowns i write to you. My advice was to write to your heart and your mind. My words might not reach that far, peculiar words, some just don’t work, persuading and pleading and accompanied by the flowers i sent, wild flowers capture you spirit, hand picked by me for you. She also told, i apologize i know, that you are being pursued by another, not to my surprise others recognize part of you, she recommends that our courtship invariably begin at once, earnest kisses, overflowing love, some laughing and playing to begin.
PeopleNology Gregory Bodenhamer Ph.D. Powerful Human Development
Not to assume and to assure yourself i’m full of merriment and music and heart smitten at the same time. This somewhat bewildering and baffling spell was caused by your treasure, brought to me by you the one so dear. At times i burst into passionate tears perhaps at times it might affect you. I can also make you laugh, louder than before. My own mother encloses a simple portrait, made not too long ago, i have better clothes now but a current portrait must wait. Mother says i have clenched harden features, stern and unsympathizing just like my father. In broken words, incapable of much better, i’m trying to tell you true, confiding in you, with all the tenderness i can word, suddenly it came upon me, i love you. You sweetheart evoke something i cannot understand, a real comfort and passion just knowing you, i have tasted hours of quiet but delicious happiness, expression of love was waiting on you. Beyond your ever-ready smile and no nonsense words happiness waits for us clearly. This mingling and uproar, sweetheart voices in my head, your own darling tones singing to me, entangled cry's this is simply remarkable. My instinct is to grab and kiss you, hold you so close that you cannot run away. Your mother suggests that i take a less instinctive approach. Asking for very little, as you’re walking about town, in short, would you give our love some thought. This tripping along is loneliness, destiny is at hand, whole grasping waits for you, footsteps walking in rhythm waiting for us two. There is a grassy margin on the street, some grim people stand around but you’ll be safe as i’m able to protect you, perchance would you meet me there, next to the indian statue as i could speak to you before our marriage. We can talk and toss some stones into the water, flinging stones and making them skip is so much fun. The truth is that i have a vague idea of something outlandish for our honeymoon, unearthly to some but we could travel, without ordinary fashions across the seas. If you promise your own good mood, i would like to kiss you under the tree. The passion has the best of me, standing together might be just to much, seclusion of the tree may sooth you and influence you into my arms, which is natural if you like. Within in your own circle of acquaintance, your spell on life, creative spirit, kindles a flame for you. With a single pink flower and a wooden puppet you’ll be able to find me, maybe some drama can quickly surround us as your recognize my many qualities. That pine tree, old and tall, somewhat solemn, feeling every breeze, would be the best of all places to exercise a fancy kiss. Doubtfully afterwards could we spend much time our first day. I want to touch your beautiful face and kiss your lovely mouth, some discussion and indeed with a smile i must return to my work. You might notice the glimmering gold embroidery about the robe as my gift, my mother stooped to sew, all the time smiling, watching me grasping for breath.
PeopleNology Gregory Bodenhamer Ph.D. Powerful Human Development
I’ve taken the liberty to send just a few more flowers, there might be a little more than you like, by other shapes they remind me of you, so rapid this life, feverish tide my passion, uprooted and wonderful, sinking down and rising up, this wild energy you will feel, dancing and darting, growing mind and heart, exhausted by loving you so much. I hope there is no hostile feelings, the other person that wants you must exercise another fancy, without rushing to battle you might want to warn this other fellow. By the way, i would also enjoy holding your hand, vivid and beautiful in my mind. You can grasp my hand when your heart desires but remember you’ll take my breath away as other people watch our way. This letter has calmed me, a moment of safety for my heart and soul. I have to go now, my mother laughing and peeping out to see my words. Your existence is very important and i’m glad we met, without hesitation, ordinary but spirited, i’m the man that knows you, god has sent us this way, he sent me to you and you to me, might be strange and selfish but have no doubt. We may smile and shudder, neighboring townspeople will help build our house, seeking vainly to copy our life, so full and happy, no wicked purpose just love. I cannot claim you, that’s up to you. Springtime is not too long now, prepare yourself for our meeting and as my letter claims to be true, i
love you too.
Greg
No storm can hold us,
Nothing so powerful ever held you, Loving you, He sent me your way, Nothing to fear, hope breaks on the shore, loving you as never before.
Greg
PeopleNology Gregory Bodenhamer Ph.D. Powerful Human Development