From: ss1@kepler.unh.edu (The Rink)
Subject: MUSHY ROMANCE LETTER #2
Organization: Turkey Hall
Date: Mon, 7 Sep 1992 05:27:31 GMT

Here's number two....

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Dearest Honey Cupcake Smoochums,

	Oh woe is me!  Oh woe is me!  HEY I SAID *WHOA ISME, SLOW DOWN BOY!*

	Darling sweetie cookie dear, what have I done??  What painful agony
have I inflicted upon myself?  Were I to have known of the vigor of your
emotions, wouldst I not have interred myself so!  Alas, dear lass, let the
day be cursed wherein I was born, and doubly so that which I bore false
witness unto thyself, which only by grace, may not be the death of my soul!
	For hark, babycakes, to my most humble confession.  The soul of the
one I once loved, I never loved at all, and my conviction as to my previous
experience's interference between ourselves was merely a way to release
thyself to what I thought were your heart's true desires!  Had I but known
of your fiery love for me, I would have rejoiced greatly, and revelled in
the warmth of your radiance, and sought continually to bestow such radiance
upon thyself, forever letting you bask in the light of my love.  But oh
my deceitful heart did not know, and thought such a precious prize as thyself
would be forever out of reach to a poor wretched soul such as mine, and
therefore, out of honor, having accepted a loss I at that time did not
have, I released you to follow the tugging of your heart.
	Can you not see the depth of my love from this alone?  On the
misconception that you cared nothing for me, I was sensitive to your apparent
wishes, and released you, rather than groping further for the closeness of
your presence -- that which can only satisfy my thirsting spirit.  Oh, but
you had and still have me drooling like a dying calf in a hailstorm, forever
longing for your blessed love....  Consent and play a friendly part, to
save; while thou mayst kill a heart.
	Arise my love, my lovely one come....  The winter is gone, the
spring has come!  O Beautiful One, arise and come with me....
	Could you not find it within the depths of the conscience of your
heart to lend a hand in the resurrection of an all but shattered soul?
Whence mayst thou forgive the transgressions thereupon the Line of Doom
across which I have errantly stepped therein?  Wheretofore hast mine
iniquity therein bestoweth upon mine suffering heart hither?  Whither thou
goest, wouldst not the temporal rules of space and time be forever broken
by the fervor of the love I have for you, and the desire to seek your
pleasure?
	And didst thou not readeth mine letter, whence thou sayest thou canst
not change the resolve of mine heart any more than I myself can doest?

	"Bid me love, and I will give a loving heart to Thee."

	Thereupon didst I sayeth unto you....  Why, in the zeal of your
heart, didst thou not appeal unto me?  Am I not a man who keepeth his
promises?
	Deary Wickle Wickle, if thine heart once did burn, can such love
be not revived?  Freely, I give unto you all that I can give.  Out of honor
I let thee go thy way, yet in so doing, I have placed a trust in you, and
shouldst thou not revive my soul, I shalt surely die a slow and painful death.

Consent and play a friendly part...?

				Eternally yours, and mayest my soul be
				forever cursed, lest thy love be not lost.
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