hello dear,
i am amponsah rachel a lady of 27 years old from ghana am a single lady. am a student who is laerning a hair dressing
i am serious and i want a serious man too.
u fear, sometimes, I do not love you so much as you wish? My dear man
I love you ever and ever and without reserve. The more I have known you
the more have I lov'd. In every way - even my jealousies have been
agonies of Love, in the hottest fit I ever had I would have died for you.
I have vex'd you too much. But for Love! Can I help it? You are always new.
The last of your kisses was ever the sweetest; the last smile the brightest;
the last movement the gracefullest. When you pass'd my window home yesterday,
I was fill'd with as much admiration as if I had then seen you for the first time.
You uttered a half complaint once that I only lov'd your Handsomeness. Have I nothing else
then to love in you but that? Do not I see a heart naturally furnish'd with
wings imprison itself with me? No ill prospect has been able to turn your thoughts
a moment from me. This perhaps should be as much a subject of sorrow as joy -
but I will not talk of that. Even if you did not love me I could not help an entire
devotion to you: how much more deeply then must I feel for you knowing you love me.
My Mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into
a body too small for it. I never felt my Mind repose upon anything with complete
and undistracted enjoyment - upon no person but you. When you are in the room
my thoughts never fly out of window: you always concentrate my whole senses.
The anxiety shown about our Love in your last note is an immense pleasure to me;
however you must not suffer such speculations to molest you any more:
not will I any more believe you can have the least pique against me.