I want to first announce that it was truly impossible for me to have the courage to write this letter, but as you can read, only heaven knows how this even ended in your mailbox. Madame, I would like to inform you that I love you. I loved you ever since I first saw you. I still remember your first words to me and my first words to you. I may come off to be very insane and bleak right now, but I hope you sounderstand. This letter is definitely to be seen as a more of a moment of truth rather than some sick obsessive fantasy. I truly adore you. Your beauty passes those who wake up to their pictures in magazines or in films. Your eyes excel the brightness and color of the stars and the seas. Your smile is just one I can't explain. And you body is just incomprehensible, yet you still are modest and conservative in the way you dress. Madame, you are a goddess or something close to that, like a celestial being of sorts. What I am trying to say is that I truly have fallen for you. I don't know if you've noticed my advances of wanting to be more than just friendly church aquaintances. I hope you have because I've been eager to talk to you about something else rather than the story of Joseph and his technicolor coat or Daniel and the lion's den. God may forbid me for putting him aside, but I am afraid it's neccessary. My passion for you is inevitable. I have been trying to ignore you with diving into the arts and the classy ladies of the Penneton, but it just made me think of you even more. No art can replicate your beauty and no woman can come close to your honesty. I know it has been a while since I have seen you, but I hope you know how I am feeling right now. Dear Madame, I want you.
Created: Feb 20, 2014josephthedreamer Document Media