These gentle words I write to you Kind Sir, show nothing of the depth to which my heart can plunge. For what I wish to express cannot be written or spoken through the greatest of oratories, nor musings of a poet, but can be acknowledged in a single tear, or gentle sigh, which I give to you now.
Ah, what a perfect world it could be, Kind Sir, to be loved purely as I love thee. But alas, what pure love is perfect? Certainly not one that is forgotten, for my love would not be true if it was to be forgotten soon, I swear mine will not.
But I beg of you Kind Sir, if my devotion cannot be returned, then turn away from me, for my sorrowful heart is better forgotten, than denied.
~ Angela Erin Burke ~
"Glory remains unaware of my neglected dwelling where alone
I sing my tearful song which has charms only for me."