My dear lady, assalamualaikum.
Myself shall not wrap around my oblivious rational thought that I'm now writing you a love epistle. To you, whom I'm sure in the grace of Allah, I shall pray for your well being. To you, whose warmth is my source of smile, shall be loved dearly and with Allah's merciful willing, I would not forsake you.
In my entire 20 years, my lady, I have been waiting. Some peasants say it is half timing and the other half's pure luck.
Shall I be devoted to it ?
Shall I turn away in shame of your absence?
Shall this heart loathe the continuous quest of love?
Mostly, shall I be loved by you?
I don't know. I don't. Then I beseech grace from Allah.
I'd ask from Him, every evening, after every recital, in my every minute shaky breaths, for you to transcend from this suffocating thin air so I would breath easy again.
For I'm sure neither I be acquainted with you nor hear your presence in this short uncertain future hereby I would, insyaAllah, full heartily love you. Thank you. Thank you my dearest right well-beloved hope for the counsel your future-attendance has put in me and for the dream I beseech solace from.
I've been thinking a lot lately about you, whoever you are. Would you walk with me hand in hand through the thick and thin ? Would my bad times push you apart? Shall it pleases you to hear of my welfare ?
Being a humble sinner I am, if you could be content with me, my poor form and sum, I would be the happiest man. Like how Nora Doyle had looked upon those girls in her time, marrying the man they thought they could live life with and said she'd rather wait for the one she couldn't live without. I believe that. I shall let time devours every inch of my vigor as I wait for you.
No more to you for now. May Allah keeps you in His grace and blessing, insyaAllah.
Your future own
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