Dear Ms. Robinson
I adore the fact that you are alive. I see how priceless a woman’s worth is with thoughts of you. Days of holding you past all my yesterdays so after tomorrows, I can have truth in it always being done. Are those my mind taunt me with so bland occasions amongst hours are in a paradise. Jovial has a lock on my happiness just to be closer to you in my joy. So much fear in being wrong that I don’t want to force seeing you. Aye to be wrong in any thought of you I own would shatter my wondered euphoria.