Dear Bae,will you marry me?
My dearest, sweetest, fondest, fantastic, extra-ordinary, paragon of
beauty a.k.a Mwende
I hope this letter meets you in a fabulous state of metabolism, if so
gravitate your mind towards a matter of global and universal importance,
writing, my adrenalin is 100 per cent on the Richter scale,
the windvane of my mind is pointing North, South and East at the same
the mirror in my eyes has only your divine image.
Indeed when I sleep, you are the one in my medulla oblongata,
and you in your majesty rose from the abdomen of the sea like Yemoja,
the avatar of beauty.
As you can see, I am in a serious dilemma.
He says we should ask, and we shall be given, we should seek and we
will find, and that we should knock, and it will be opened unto us.I am this
28th day of the second month in the year of our Lord, two thousand and
seventeen, asking, seeking and knocking at your door.
should open so that thy servant can enter.
and see only your face.
system,the oxygen in my head,the planet of my universe, the wall clock of my
room. The conveyor belt of my soul.
nature of my predicament.
sugar, like a snail without shell, a christmas goat without a horn
You model of pulchritude, patiently created
by God on a Sunday morning before he went on a deserved holiday.
Please Mwende, let me be your Romeo.
Shakespeare said it all: if music be the food of love, play on.
universally and responsibly, that you are love itself.
the adverb of love.
your body is a permanent allelluia. Not from your body, ammonia, urea and
iodine- you are too beautiful for that, what I see in your body is milk
if God’s time is the best. But time waits for no one.
the veracity of what I am saying, please fill the attached form and let
me have it pronto.
me to you.
Your beloved, faithful, loyal, One and only admirer.