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Dear future wife

  

Dear future wife,

It is with a joyful heart I write to you without any idea of whether you will read or not. That won't stop me from writing because initially writing is my thing.

I would have written a book to tell you this but I realized that I might end raising false hopes for some. Ergo, I'll cut the long wiggling tail short and head straight to my issue like a thunderbolt.

Life is an interesting experience but of late I have been thinking what interest will you come with. I have grown so fond of writing love stories and poems, not forgetting the beautiful ladies I dedicate poems to and feature their mouthwatering photos on my blog. Well, I'm not trying to tell you what I'm doing but trying to give you a heads up of what lays ahead of you.

When I will ask you the golden question, believe me, I wouldn't mind if you hesitate for a moment. I am a risk you won't afford to engage with without risking a lot, please forgive I'm a nuisance and not hoping to change. Luckily, if all goes well I'll improve my level of insanity.

I hope you're not already hopeless because I'm about to say something. Earlier I mentioned that I would have written a book but decided otherwise. Since you're the best woman who will ever step into my life, besides my mother of course, you will hear the poetic sentiments straight from my mouth. I'll not allow you to get to sleep on an empty stomach as well as not hearing a new poem only for. Currently I have about over fifty poems reserved for you; not my girlfriend but my wife.

You see I am a romantic nuisance. So this is what I'm trying to say; how are you wherever you are? I hope you're taking care of yourself as I am doing especially for you.

Your loving future husband

Poet Baraka

PS. One day I'll give you the most terrible shock by just telling you I love you.

On my facebook page: Baraka lines


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