Love is map enough for me

Your face is map enough for me ,

Your gaze,your smile,your frown,your glee.

And if I want to know the rest

The shape your posture‘s made is best

For showing how your life is now.

A look,a gesture all this show,

Till who you are is then disclosed

And I am in your arms enrobed.

Love vanishes when analysed,

And thinking too by Love’s despised.

Choose the means to fit the end,

And then I’ll be whom you intend

His letter

A nonsensical letter to a lady from her man

Source: Kathryn

The letter

My dearest and most hated one

I had to write to you urgently.Your smell has makes me celibate and your hair looks like a pot scourer into the bargain.I am in no way meaning to insult you so please do not come all over the top with your hypersensitivityand your think skinned femininity.I shall be driven into a same sex marriage just to escape your nervous emotions and your light fingered groping on my keys.You are nuts!

Coming to the myopia of your actual letters, your grammar is as twisted as your mind seems to be.A labyrinth would be insufficiently complex to match it.I shall have to drink long and hard about getting neutered before we meet again on the rail road track to play,.Chicken

Your handwriting is the most beautifully illegible English I’ve ever schemed or on the other hand it might be Greek,Russian or Hebrew.You are a woman of mystery and I hope you will remain that way until you are history to me

To be plain,I am sick whenever I think of you which gives me hope that you will be an aid in weight control.That is my giving it a positive grin and bear it.Why utter folly?

You may think I am fool for revealing all….. but more urgently.. what was your name?And why did you scream Roger on the one occasion I did manage to make love with you?Is it a code of some kind? I don’t mind really but my name is actually Abraham.I am called after Lincoln whom my mother greatly desired but he was already dead by then.A pity.Plead I say bore or will you except what I am always writing?

Goodbye for now.Please don’t take any Speed and heed what I pray for today may be the end of the beginning.Take it as read.

With remote affect and schizoid longings I ache for that old Southern Comfort

We must splt it now and never say darling,my own angel on earth ever again

your avoidantly attached fiance.

Did I ever say my personality is in holy disorders?I see my shrink tomorrow

Arthur MacSpin [Dr.]

PS I enclose an SAE for your reply.Don’t rush.I am still nonplussed by your language aims and you vocabulary and adages.Give me up, please!