Your words hit me,
I cannot help but cry in adoration.
My Love, how can I ever leave you?
How can I ever consider anything and anyone else when you say:-
"Albrando, sweetheart, I want you to know, that I am already missing you. You haven't even left the campus--and I'm already missing you so badly."
In response to your query and your statement,
I am really, really puzzled, shocked, amazed, satisfied, longing, enticed, wanting, enduring, cherishing.
All in one.
All these emotions act in unison. In symbiotic eloquence.
My love, yes, you are indeed my love,
Do not worry if I may be gone.
I may be miles away in rotations,
but my heart--my heart of hearts,--belongs to you.
And to YOU ALONE.
For I have given it to you.
To you and ONLY to you.
My letters written in pen express my devotion for thee,
express my longing to taste thy enraptured lips,
which conforms to my own, in testament to our purity of longing,
which by grace of the MOST HIGH LORD GOD,
bequethed that we be tested in our struggles for medicine.
Love, my sweet, my adored rose,
the one whom I would picked the nectarines of old for,
the one whom my total affection bequethes,
I am happy.
I am happy that you do miss me.
I rejoice in knowing this,
that the feeling I have for you,
is as deep as what you feel for me.
I rejoice in love,
I rejoice in our passionate parallelism.
My Love,
sweetheart of my bosom,
Wait for me.
Live in Me
And I in You.
I shall wait for you,
if you shall wait for me.
I shall cross the oceans for you,
if you cross the oceans for me.
I shall be your only one,
if you but be my only one.
Miss me, baby.
For I, too, am already missing you so crazily.
Baby, baby, baby, baby...
I can't get enough of you.
In Passion,
In Love,
Your Lover.
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