You once asked me,
"Can you love another?"
I wanted to scourge you with putrid decadence
for how could you ask me such a question?
Faith, dear woman, do you have no faith in me?
I have given you my heart,
and you dare ask me that pestilent question?
Faith in me!
I demand you control your tongue,
to dare ask me such a question is to dare question the very Love I have given you.
Do you question my love?
Do you think you are unworthy of my total and complete affection?
Have I not written you letters that proliferate my feelings that defies all rationality and professional limitations?
Have I not?
Perhaps you are not taking me seriously,
for sure, I cannot and will not dare to entertain that question ever again.
Ask me not that question again, for sure I shall forgive you this one time in questioning my Love for thee.
You ask that question and my heart sinks in gasping emulation of a limp esquire.
Does the law not command compliance?
Does not the wind demand the grass bow?
So should my love be taken seriously and to the lover in whom it is intended for.
As it is natural in how man beds with a woman,
As it is natural for one heart to be given to another,
so, too, is this love that is give to you.
I give it to you, and no other.
Ask me not that question again.
For surely I will eradicate this love if you question its purity in deliverance.
In Passion,
Your Lover.
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