For the Amusement of a Sinful Soul

Hello, light of my eyes. Without further ado, I’ll get to the point of this letter, and I’ll try to express my feelings, though I admit it’s not easy for me. So, where to start? It’s hard to begin, and I can’t quite pinpoint how to start. Perhaps I should begin with your eyes? Yes, precisely with them. They are incredibly beautiful. It’s no wonder they say, “the eyes are the window to the soul,” and yours, in particular, are exceptional. When you look into them for a long time, it feels as though you’re gazing not into eyes but into pure crystal: deep and exquisite. When I first saw them, I wanted to possess them. You know, so that only I could have something so elegant, though at the same time, it would be sad to lose their sparkle forever. Oh, and the way you look at me! It takes my breath away, just seeing the tenderness in your gaze! So pure and innocent. I’ve never seen eyes like yours before, and I swear, they are even more magnificent than all the diamonds in my collection. And your voice! It’s like that of a songbird—though its manner may not match, hearing it, whether soft or clear, close by or distant, is a delight to my ears. I am ready to rush to you the moment you call. I’m not lying. I am ready to be the most devoted companion to you, as long as you allow me to enjoy your presence. So, what am I getting at? You’ve probably understood by now, haven’t you? For quite a while, thoughts of you have been occupying my mind. Deciding to write this letter was not easy, and all I’ve wanted to tell you for so long is simply this: I love you. Oh, it seems like such a small word, but my tongue could never quite bring itself to speak it, as though it was numb every time I approached you. I would become shy, my legs would tremble, and a dreadful heat, like that of a fever, would overcome my entire body. But now, as I write these lines, the anxiety seems to have disappeared, though I know it will return with even greater force once the letter reaches you, or perhaps even sooner. As I come to the end, I would like to invite you for a cup of tea around two o’clock in the afternoon. Will that work for you? I eagerly await your response, my star in the sky.