You have tasked me with writing a letter but the words escape me.
I know not how to write the way your eyes look into my soul.
I fear that I will never know to describe how your embrace feels.
Words on paper that will be folded into an envelope.
They seem not to do your love justice.
We speak of the future and marriage and children.
Yet I know nothing about how to please you like a wife.
I am learning with you.
My love.
My teacher.
My future.
Oct 3, 2022
Oct 3, 2022 at 5:30 PM UTC
You have tasked me with writing a letter but the words escape me.
I know not how to write the way your eyes look into my soul.
I fear that I will never know to describe how your embrace feels.
Words on paper that will be folded into an envelope.
They seem not to do your love justice.
We speak of the future and marriage and children.
Yet I know nothing about how to please you like a wife.
I am learning with you.
My love.
My teacher.
My future.
