Baskadia

My Dearest Anne

Words neglect to communicate the profundities of my affection for you, for a fire consumes more brilliant than 1,000 suns, a feeling so extraordinary that it consumes my every idea and breath. From the second our eyes originally secured in an immortal hug, I realize that I had tracked down the unaccounted for part of my spirit.

With you, each second is an orchestra of enthusiasm and want, an everlasting dance of two spirits laced in an affection that resists the limits of reality. Your chuckling is the best music, your touch the most inebriating remedy, and your look a mesmerizing spell that delights my heart.

In your presence, I'm a hostage to the wild, untamed powers of adoration that course through my veins. Each heartbeat is a statement of dedication, each murmured word a commitment of timeless warmth. You are the dawn that washes my reality in warmth and light, and the moon that guides me through the most obscure of evenings.

My adoration for you is a hellfire that furies inside, an insatiable thirst that main your affection can fulfill. I'm yours, totally and unalterably, limited by the tough chains of this affection that exceeds all rational limitations.

Always yours,

Fortunate