LOVE LETTERS
A lover wooed a woman unsuccessfully for many months, suffering the atrocious pains of rejection. Finally his sweetheart relented and sent him a message to call for her the following week. The lover was so excited and could hardly wait.
Eventually the day arrived and he set off with much anticipation. When he arrived and was at last seated by his beloved, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a sheaf of love letters and poems that he had written to her over the past months.
They were passionate letters, expressing the pain he felt and his burning desire to experience the delights of love and union. He began to read them to his beloved. The hours passed by and he read on and on.
Finally the woman said, “What kind of fool are you? These letters are all about me, and your longing for me. Well, here I am sitting with you at last and you are lost in your stupid letters.”
A lover wooed a woman unsuccessfully for many months, suffering the atrocious pains of rejection. Finally his sweetheart relented and sent him a message to call for her the following week. The lover was so excited and could hardly wait.
Eventually the day arrived and he set off with much anticipation. When he arrived and was at last seated by his beloved, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a sheaf of love letters and poems that he had written to her over the past months.
They were passionate letters, expressing the pain he felt and his burning desire to experience the delights of love and union. He began to read them to his beloved. The hours passed by and he read on and on.
Finally the woman said, “What kind of fool are you? These letters are all about me, and your longing for me. Well, here I am sitting with you at last and you are lost in your stupid letters.”
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