My Entrancing: So Many Ways to Express Romantic Love
My entrancing,
Your letter was truly splendid. Your phantasmagoric interpretation of our panomic culture was most enlightening.
Your symbology provoked me to regard your conceptual lucidity and articulation when concretizing the abstract as overwhelmingly erudite.
I stand in profound indebtedness for having been a participant in your incomparable evaluations of the philoprogenitive and autogenenitive appraisals of our civilization.
However, I did receive a passé and chauvinistic interpolation of the quixotic machination existent in the female species and would here to fore, suggest that when promulgating on esoteric cogitation, beware of platitudinous ponderosities. During a pending war, where silent armies intend to clash by night, a cacophonous and catastrophic clime predominates man’s inhumanity to man becomes appalling. When hordes of marauding barbarians threaten to spread their havoc and destruction there is a universal catharsis of misery. One must question the traditional mores ilubued in us at birth in such disastrous time. You know, all kidding aside, I love you.
I am sorry we have no memories to share then we would recall those memories and our letters would not remind us but bring us together.
To one of your inimitable perspicacity, the degradations, debasements and deprivations of war would be a horrendous imposition.
Your loving
Name (Anonymous)
Except from: Mwizenge Tembo, Titbits for the Curious, Lusaka: Multimedia Publications, 1989, p. 33-34