Dear Sunny,
If love is measured by thoughts, then she is my second highest love, second to Christ my eternal beloved.
But, say I had to choose between mother and father, son and daughter, friends and cousin, say which one would I chose to save?
But say, if I had to choose with whom to walk to the ends of the earth with, then it is her, my beloved, for her company, none better I have known to me, my dear wife and my only wife if I could have her for a billion years.
I write to express all of the heights of my desires for it is in her that I find all the joys of a woman’s all-encompassing beauty. She is the highest of my sorrows and the second-highest of all my joys.
Ah, dear Sunny, remember in my younger days how I feared that I would love no woman and that I would be a Solomon and desire many women. She is indeed my Sarah, Rachel and Juliet. All my labours are for her and my Christ.
I am coming your way soon, dear Sunny. You were the one who taught me the ways of love and patience. See you soon my beloved friend.
Forever yours,
Mana
K.Oni
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