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A GIFT TO YOU

A gift to you
For what you’ve done,
Not for what I expect of you;
A gift to you,
For what you are,
Not for what I want you to be;
A gift to you,
For what we have shared,
And not for what we give
To each other.

A Poem by Frederick Douglas Harper

The Last Letter

By

Boygene Borice

Published by The Miracol Creators

Copyright 2019 The Miracol Creators
The Miracol Creators Edition
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 Letter I
Dear Rosalina,

Today I thought of you. Don’t get me wrong when I say that, and think I haven’t been
thinking of you ever. You have always been in my mind since the beginning of us. But today
was special when I thought of you. You emerged in my mind like a wind that brings rain
from the North. Your being touched my soul and heart in a very impeccable way, no one else
can understand when I explain. I wanted to shout aloud, but I realized I was in the company
of my boss. Imagine what would have happened, if I had let out a scream?

Love, I went yesterday to the spot where we first met. It is now inhabited by ants. They have
built their empire and they feel very comfortable. Can you imagine that? We had kept that
spot a secret but the ants in their wisdom and wit must have been following us in silence. It’s
no longer a secret again. Maybe it’s the scent of our affection that must have attracted them. I
almost thought I was lost but I remembered the tree we had planted with you, there. It has
blossomed. When I touched its leaves, they felt soft and slippery like your skin. They made
me feel warm once again. They reminded me of your touch on my skin, how your hands
caressed me in ecstasy. It was such an amazing moment. I wished you were there with me
again. But I understand the distance between us couldn’t allow that to happen.

Oh! I’m sorry, Love, I forgot to ask how the weather is on your side. Sometimes I’m so much
soaked in the thought of your affection until I forget to ask how you are faring on. I pray to
thee with humility that you bear with my behavior. Hahaha. I know, that sounds funny, right?
But you have to understand that every day you are far, my heart grows fond of you and
sometimes I lose concentration of my wellbeing, my Love. You are the heartbeat of my soul.
Can you imagine being far from your heartbeat? I don’t want to explain that.

I pray that I will hear from you soon, Love. The letter you sent me last week, has been my
closest companion. It makes me feel that you are here with me, especially, that the
Weatherman announced, we may have a very cold season ahead of us. When that time comes,
don’t worry much about me, your letters will give me the much-needed warmth.

I love you.
Till next me.
The One

On that day,
When my eyes,
Spotted thee,
In your glorious splendor,
I knew for once in my life,
You were the one.

Today, here I am,

My whole life is based upon thee,
For thee alone,
Has shown me what love really is.
 Letter II
Dear Rosalina,

Yesterday we had a chess competition at my workplace. It's always a routine in our firm, at
the end of every three months, a competition for a different game is organized. The surprising
thing is that I won the competition. I know, now you are laughing and wondering how I
managed to win such a competition, especially that you used to beat me when we played
together. I was duff then, but I learned the tricks of the game from how you played. At first, I
was afraid I might lose. You know, I have never told anyone that I knew how to play chess. I
remembered you and your style. I learned in secret and thank you for teaching me, Love.
Without you, I couldn’t have won. The thought of you resurrected all the wits and tips I used
to win the game. You are my master in the chess game, and I will always honor that. I will
preserve the award for you, till the day of your coming back.

How are you fairing on my Love? How is the weather? Here it is very cold. The weatherman,
this time was correct. I misjudged him. I thought he was bluffing, the way he has always been
in the previous seasons. I have learned my lesson. I will never doubt the Weatherman again.
The house is cold, my Love. It's chilling and freezing, but what can I do? I have no power to
control the weather. I have tried to light the fire, but it still seems not enough. Berry, our dog,
has a fever, and I’m confused about what to do. I will call the doctor tomorrow to come,
check on him. He is the only company I have and the letters you sent me. Whenever I read
them, I forget about the cold. They are a source of my strength and warmth in these times. I
drink from your letter. I eat from your letters. If you hadn’t sent them, I don’t know what
would have been of me in these times, my Love.

How is Mama? Have you spoken to her recently? I would love to know how she is fairing on.
It has been long since I saw her. Please when you talk to her, give her my greetings. Tell her,
I haven’t forgotten about her. How can you forget the one that gives you the most precious
gift ever in this world? Never. Tell her, she is always in my heart and my prayers. I pray that
when you come back, we shall visit her. I long to party again in the oceans of her wisdom.

My Love, you are mine and I am yours. No matter how cold it gets, you will still be dear to
my heart as my skin. Without you, I remain naked. I lose my identity. I lose me. You are the
making of me. Every day, knowing that you are mine, is comfort enough.

Till next time,

I love you.
You And I

Your love has become,

Unbreakable charm,
To my heart.

I can’t run away from you,

Neither can the bond,
Be shuttered.

You are mine,

I am yours,
Forever bonded.
 Letter III
Dear Rosalina,

I received the letter you sent me. I have no words to express how much it made me feel. Your
words navigated through my system like the ocean waves. They reminisced me of the
moment when we first met, under the Mkuyu tree, near the village square. It was evening.
The sky was clear, only the dim light rays of the sun were still hovering the surface of the
earth. Your face shone with a brilliance I had never seen before. You smiled at me. I was shy
then, but deep in my heart, I knew this was the time, I had to conquer my fear. When you
spoke, your voice vibrated in my ears like a sweet melody sang to please the king. It was
spectacular. Your words were like a Champaign down my throat. That moment, my Love, I
have archived it safely in the deepest chambers of my heart. When I read that letter, it opened
that moment before, and the words in the last paragraph of your letter, are the same exact
words you spoke to me. What a beautiful woman you are.

It's great to hear that you are fairing on well, my Love. Every day, I spent an hour praying for
you. I pray that God will always keep you safe for me. That He may preserve you in His
ways. I know it’s hard for us to be together, but it's for the best. I am still strong and no day
have I wavered or gone astray. I am here for you and you alone. But I can’t dispute the fact
that there have been temptations, especially at my workplace. There is a lady secretary in the
department of procurement. She has been laying traps for me, but I have always come out a
winner. I am above her reproach and wits. You should not worry about it my Love, I can
never betray our love, not even for treasures. When I said, I do and until death do us apart, I
meant every part of those words. You are mine and I am yours. I won’t allow anything to
come between us. I pray, that by me telling you this, won’t vex your heart. I just want you to
know the truth. As I promised, I want always to be an open book for you. I won’t hide
anything at all.

Did you talk to Mama, as I had requested you? I would love to know how she is doing. She is
a great woman and I respect her. She brought the most beautiful creation in this world. I
always applaud her for that. My Love, you are that creation. You are incomparable, eminent
and gloriously adorable. Sometimes, I wonder, if I hadn’t met you, what will my life be like.
You have totally transformed me into a man, I would never have been, without you. I will
always cherish you deeply. Thank you for being my woman.

Stay safe, my Love,

Till next time.
The Best

I have drunk from thy cup,

Of love,
Whose taste is sweeter
Than any wine,
And all I know,
Is I can’t stop longing for more.
 Letter IV
Dear Rosalina,

Today my heart is flooded with joy and happiness, my Love. I have been always happy but
this day is a different one. Remember when I told you, that if one day, I get a vacation, I will
take us to Paris? I have good news for you. I have been given a one-week vacation in Paris
by my firm. It’s scheduled on 5th December. I know you are wondering how this time my
boss was so lenient and so kind to an extent that he awarded me a vacation. It wasn’t his
decision alone though, but it was decided by the board of directors. They have been
monitoring my performance for the last six months, and to their surprise, I have performed
incredibly beyond their expectations. I wish I could tell you more how I feel, but sometimes
words can never be enough to describe such feelings. It's my prayer, that by then, you will be
home. I want us to spend that time together. Breathe the air of Paris as one. Explore its beauty
together. I just can’t wait for that day.

The weather is getting better now. We have recently started basking in the warm radiant rays
of the sun, that comes in the afternoon. The house is getting warmer too. I feel more
comfortable but still, its warmth can’t outshine your presence. It’s only you that gives me
much satisfaction, my Love. There is nothing in this world that can make me better than you.
Life has its own pleasures but you are more than them. You give me love. You shower me
with happiness and by your words, my soul is swarmed with joy. With you, I have known the
true path of affection. With you I have come to understand that the power of two, united and
bonded as one can never be shaken, they become like mountains. Thank you, my Love, for
being one with me.

I am pleased to hear that Mama is doing well. The news about her has given me peace. I truly
appreciate that she always prays for me. Pass her my regards next time and if it is possible,
send her rose flowers on my behalf. Let her know that I’m very grateful for her care and
kindness. I can’t ask her more but pray for her as wellness. She is an epitome of true
motherhood.

One more thing my Love, our dog, Berry, is now well. His fever is over and I appreciate that
doctor I called. He treated him with the utmost care. I believe he is an expert in his area, just
like you. He is here now, watching me as I draft this letter. I will send you a picture of him.
He looks perfectly cute. Take care, my Love.

Till next time,

I love you.
 A Promise

Dear Love,
You are the other half of my heart,
Every half part of me is you.

Today,
I can’t promise you heaven,
But I will be your happy haven,

I can’t I give you the whole world,

But I will give you the whole of me.

I may not be able to give you the wealth you need,

But I will be your most appreciating asset.

I will be your refuge,

When your fortress collapses.

I may not be perfect as you had wanted,

But in my imperfections, I will love you.
 Letter V
Dear Rosalina,

Today, it looks so bright. The rays of the sun are brilliant like your smiles. Their warmth
flows through my skin like your tender touch. It’s 6:30 am. I have chosen to draft this letter
before I report to work. Today is going to be very busy, we have projects we are working on
and the deadline is in two weeks. I know you understand how time consumes my attention.
Moreover, these projects mean a great deal to our firm. We have to do our best to ensure they
are completed. Since we started, I haven’t been taking my morning coffee, because there is
no time to prepare it. Don’t say I should be preparing it in the evening. You know how I get
tired when I am back home. But don’t worry, I am provided with tea every day in my office.

How are you, my Love? I have been worried a little, it has been two weeks, and I haven’t
received any letter from you. Did my last letter, vex your heart? Did I use a language that
pierced your ears with pain? If I did, my Love, please do tell. You know how I get when you
seal your lips without giving me a reason. Or is it the work that has stolen your full attention?
I will understand if it’s work. I’m sorry to ask, but don’t let my heart get weary. You know it
only feeds on your words. When you go mute, it starves and soon it will be in a comma. I
don’t want that to happen, my Love. I have no strength to keep going on, in case anything
happens to you. I will sublime into nothing if anything happened to you, my Love.

Last weekend, I had a meeting with our Pastor, John. He asked about you, my Love. He still
remembers you like it was yesterday. He misses you beyond what my words could describe.
He misses how you used to lead the church choir in worship, during morning services on
Sundays. He is always praying for you. He asked when will you be coming back. He can’t
wait to hear you sing again. The church misses you. I miss you, Love.

If there is anything, holding you into silence, please let me know. I don’t want to freak out
yet. You are my hope, my present, and my future. You are my foundation and if the
foundation scatters, you know what happens. Please, don’t let my worries be true. I believe in
you and I hope you are safe, full of good health. I long to hear from you soon.

Kisses my Love,
Till next time.
 A Reason

If there be a reason,
For me to be alive,
Let it be you,
For what more?
Would I desire,
Than being with you.

If I was to go for a battle,

Let it be for your victory,

If I was to lose,
Let it be for your gain.

For much is your love,

Than any gift the world can offer.

For you, I will live,

For you, I will die
Letter VI
Dear Rosalina,

I am totally worried. Your silence is deafening my soul every minute. Every evening before I
go to sleep, which takes hours before I can get the sleep, I pray that whatever may have
happened to you, the Good Lord will end it. I cry, wondering what might be the problem.
What is it that has sealed your lips or crippled your hands to write me a letter or what has tied
your feet to post me a letter. I wish I had answers to all these questions. But how can I know
my Love? When you are no longer speaking. When my eyes are no longer seeing your fancy
handwriting.

Mornings are no more sweet as they used to be. I wake up so weak and weary. I am losing
hope and I’m terrified that soon; my boss will start recognizing my changing behavior.
Though I pray it doesn’t reach to that point. I look at the sun, and that radiance is not warm
any more. The day remains cold for me. The thought of your silence runs through my mind
like an electric current. It’s like I’m losing myself again, being driven to the past, that I have
always been scared to even think of. Please tell me, Love, you won’t allow that to happen.

I have drafted this poem for you, my Love. I want you to know that I have always loved you
and will always do. If there is any word in my letters, that have afflicted your heart, I’m truly
sorry, just let me know so that in the future, my hand will not be mistaken again to jot down
such a word. I beg that you enjoy this poem;

“You have served my heart with adoration,

Driven my soul with compassion,
Built me up with affection,
You have made me who I am today.

You saw in me a hero when they saw a loser,

You saw in me a father when they saw a mediocre,
You saw in me greatness when they saw poverty,
How you overlooked their beliefs of me.

Today, my Love,
This vow I take with honesty and sincerity,
To let the world, know,
You are my only Love for life.”

Till next time,

Receive more kisses.
 A Dream

Today, I had a dream,

In that dream, I saw us,
Seated in the field in the evening,
The sky shone with a rare brilliance,
The stars smiled at us.

We spoke of our future,

Of the path our love will take…
Suddenly, I woke up,
And I felt your lasting fragrance.
Letter VII
Dear Rosalina,

It’s with great honor and utmost humility to have received your letter yesterday. Your words
lit my soul once again. I had thought I would become an abyss of smoke rising from the lost
souls seeking a place of comfort. My worries are now washed away by the cooling tides from
your lips. I can smile. In fact, the time I received that letter, I danced and rejoiced. It was like
the moment when a blind man sees light for the first time. I almost wanted to call every
neighbor to come and see what had happened. That sounds foolish of me, right? I know, but
do you know how it feels to walk through silence for 30 days and nights? That’s how I have
felt each of those days. I felt your complete presence in every consonant and vowel in your
letter. It was like you were here with me.

I am sorry, Love. I was blind and in dark. I didn’t know you were that held up. Your boss
must be awful-I’m sorry to utter such words, but I can’t hide my disappointment and anger
towards him. He acted so unkindly for not giving an ear to your humble request. How I wish I
had the power to place you closest to my station, but that would also be selfish of me. Your
patients will miss you. Please next time, I beg you with love, try to just steal even a minute to
say hello. Silence is a thorn that pierces through my heart like cancer. But thank you.

I have been reading and rereading this letter since morning. I couldn’t sleep yesternight. Your
words were flowing inside of me like the fountains of fresh water. Moreover, the night
seemed warm and peaceful. The birds continued to sing in their affectionate melodica way as
if they were celebrating something. Your words became my sleep. They comforted me. They
gave me warmth, that not even the sun can share with me. You are the best my Love. I pray
to the Almighty, to continue keeping you safe and may His favor always be your clothing.

Thank you for caring, my Love. I love you.

Till next time

Kisses.
A Thought

The thought of having you,

In my life
Quenches off every pain,
It opens a new door,
Whose thrivings,
Are full of adoration.

How I desire,
This thought,
Never dies,
But lives, to see the light every of dawn.
Letter VIII
Dear Rosalina,

Today, I am not feeling well. I have been having severe headaches for the past two days. I
tried to use pain killers but they didn’t work. You know well, I rarely get sick, but this has
caught me unawares. I don’t want you to worry about it. I will be fine. I have been given a
week off, by my boss. He is a nice man, he is kind and knows how to treat his employees. He
is a rare kind of man. His ways are virtuous and, he has a loving heart. Sometimes I envy
him. Maybe that’s why he continues to flourish and nourish better than I. One day I long to
be like him, not like walking in his shoes but be full of life like him. Look at the world with
an eye full of compassion and love. I don’t mean that I am not loving, you know I have never
looked at you or anyone around me with a different kind of eye. I only see you through
affection and adoration.

I went to the hospital today after the pain became unbearable. My body was burning in
flames. I thought I was going to be a guest to our ancestors. Can you comprehend that, Love?
It was terrifying for me since I haven’t been caught by illness for over a decade. Or is it that
my immune system is starting to get old? I don’t know. The doctor I found was amazing. Her
name was Rose. She had a good architectured face. Her smiles radiated like the moon at
night. Her voice was confectionery. Don’t get jealousy about me praising her, you know you
are the epitome of beauty. None can be compared to you. She treated me like a mother cares
for her only son. When the tests came out, I found out it was a fever, but it had come severely
in a way that my body's immune system couldn’t defend it. She prescribed me some
medicine. I pray that I will get well soon. I hate being sick.

Enough with my illness. How are your patients, my Love? It has been long since I asked you
about them. How is John? The one whom you told me, always brings you gifts whenever he
visits. Your patients must be in love with you. Thank you for being such a great doctor. Your
skills even surpass my understanding and the kindness with which you handle your patients.
You are just like my boss. I wish that one day you will have a chance to shake hands. Always
be that you, my Love. I love you more.

Till next time,

Receive more kisses.
I Change Not

Mountains
May move,
Valleys,
Will rise above,
But I will be here,
For you, my Love.

Rivers,
May change course,
Oceans,
May dry,
But for you, my Love,
I will change not.

There would be no pride in my life,

There will be no honor to uphold,
If even a centimeter separated us.
Letter IX

Dear Rosalina,

I am pleased to tell you that this weekend we are having a company hike event in Ngong. Our
boss decided to plan for us, as, a reward for our hard work and undented commitment to the
success of the company. I can’t explain enough how I am waiting for this event. I have
missed Ngong hills. I still remember the last time we went with you, on our third date. That
evening breeze as it swallowed us in its bosom, while the sun lit us up with his magical rays.
Your hands in mine. Together as we ascended and descended those hills as passion escalated.
Those memories my Love, I can’t forget them. They are the foundations of our love. I wish
you would be here so I could go with you, but since you are far away, I will manage in my
own way. Please wish me happy moments 😊.

How is your work going? Are you still having problems with the nursing department as you
had previously indicated in the previous letter? Are they still giving you difficult times my
Love? I really don’t understand why they should be jealous of you. Is it because you are
much loved by everyone? Or what is the cause, my Love? It breaks my heart that, they are
ganging up to backbite you. I am sorry that I can’t help. But my Love you know what to do.
You are one of the most intelligent and clever women I have ever met in my life. You are full
of kindness and love while your lips overflow with words of wisdom. I believe you will find
a way to conquer them in this battle they have decided to set up for you. I know you can,
Love.

Yesterday, I met Amin, the young boy I always used to send to call you whenever I saw your
father around. He is still full of fun and wit. I had thought he had gone to his Aunt. You know
it has been long since I saw him. He has grown now. He told me he is turning fourteen next
month. I promised him, I will buy him a birthday gift. I just can’t forget how he used to make
us laugh with his funny jokes. I just don’t know he used to come up with them, but anyway, I
still appreciate him for making sure we are connected, despite the harshness of your father.

Today, I will share a few words with you. I have no more to tell you my Love but to pray that
all shall be well and may the Good Lord, grace you sufficiently for the coming days.

Till next time,

I love you.
I thought I had lost it all,
Until the day she came,
Held me in her arms,
Hid me in her heart,
And said,
My love I have found,
What I have always wanted in life.
Letter X
Dear Rosalina,

The sole holder of my heart. The grandeur of my life. The breath of my respiratory system,
my heart has not stopped pondering about you. I can’t stop meditating on how your love has
continued to purify my life. A thought about you makes my day flooded with miracles. Who
would I be today, if it were not you? What would my life be if it weren’t for your
unconditional affection? Though the distance has parted us, still our hearts are connected like
God in Three. You have remained to be mine, and I yours.

How is life there, my Love? I was very perplexed by the last letter you sent. It cultivated the
hidden joy in my heart and lit my face with a brilliance I couldn’t fathom. Your words
lingered through my being with a sparkle only those in love can explain. It reminded me of
the moment when we first met. The feeling was mutual and ecstatic. How could you just
decide to drown me in the ocean of happiness just a second of glare? You are amazing my
Love. I wish I could reach out and hold your hand into mine now, but alas! This distance has
become a mountain between us. I will wait, my Love. I will wait till the day, the mountain
will sublime and let our bodies hug each other, like foreigners who meet in a strange land.

Yesterday, I went to see Mama. She welcomed me like a parent who welcomes a lost son.
She made me feel like a prince. She served me with all that could satisfy a prince. She is a
great Mum. She misses you, my Love, she misses us. She looks forward on the day of your
coming. She longs to stare at your most profound and gorgeous face. She wants to feel the
softness of your palms. I promised her it would be soon, she doesn’t have to worry but just to
keep on drinking from the cup of patience that I am always drinking from. She always prays
for us. What incredible woman she is! You know nowadays even having a person that prays
for is rare. The world has changed. Selfishness has taken deeper roots in the heart of men.
I think now I have come to understand the meaning of the phrase “there is nothing like free
lunch.” God bless her for not only praying for us but also giving me you.

My Love, more I could write, but I kindly request to end my letter here. I pray to the
Almighty to keep you safe for me and give you more grace to continue with your work.

Till next time,

I love you.
If love destroys,
Then I am a victim.

Because I have remained,

With nothing but only her love,
That takes me into the deeper,
Chambers of heaven.
Letter XI

Dear Rosalina,

This week has been awesome. I have found much comfort in the thought of you being the
love of my life and being the one that is dearest to my heart. Though it's cold and chilling
here, I have no worries, your letters give me a warmth that even the sun can’t give. Every
evening I sit by the fire and reread your letters. I let your words flow in my heart and soul
like the fresh waters of the fourteen falls. Your words, my Love have become the only friend
I can trust. What else should I abide? The world has changed here, most of my friends are
moving out of this place. Some have found much better green pastures. Do you remember
James? He traveled last week with his newly-wed wife to Sweden. He got a job there. And
Mary, your friend also flew to Australia, she will come back after ten years. Now I am here
alone, with our dog as my partner. But I won’t worry, I have you with me.

Work has been good. Everything is working out fine, though the workload has increased, I
can’t complain. you understand me better. I am no lazy douchebag, I love work but not more
than I do love you. My life is built on two things and the most important one is you, my
dearest Love. The second is work. These two are the pillars of my whole life. But still, I
would give up work just to be with you. For what more would I gain by working my whole
life knowing that in the end, I will never have you? Nothing. Without I would be misery. My
life would be terrible. It would create a madness that no psychiatrist can understand. You see,
my Love, every day I wake up knowing that life without you would be vain and empty. Can
you imagine living an empty life?

Today, my Love, I want you to know, you are the making of me. Every building block of my
life, you are the foundation and as you know without foundation, nothing remains in
existence. Let not distance vex your heart. I am yours. Though loneliness may come with its
fierceness it will not strike me down, neither will it make release you from my heart. I would
rather die than let you go. I would rather be mocked for waiting for you than succumb to a
love that will fade like old rose flowers. I can’t lose the scent of you. Wherever I am, I will be
with you. In happiness, in sorrow, in darkness or light, I will be with you. You are mine and I
am yours.

Till next time,

I love you.
 She is the quintessence of fairness,
Like the radiance of the sun in the morning,
She rises at the peak of my heart with serenity,
Fills my soul with abounding virility.
Letter XII
Dear Rosalina,

The scent of your love is blowing upon my skin like the morning breeze after I read your
letter two days I go. I haven’t slept since then, your words have been a music that has kept
me awake. I don’t know how it is happening, but I think your words have turned into angels
of passion and they are now busy fighting off any drop of sleep that tries to use its trick to
take captive my eyes. I just want to be awake and meditate upon the words in your letter.
Does it mean that whatever is happening to me, is what the Bible says that the Kingdom is
not all about eating but living by the Word? I don’t know the answer to that, but if it's true,
then I think my being is now taken prisoner by the words of your lips. I am now living by
your words. Oh, my Love, how I love this kind of magic that you are performing on my heart.
Don’t let it end. Let it continue as the river in the highlands.

The cold is over. The weather has decided to smile upon us. I just pray that it's not the trick it
has been playing upon us. I am warm, but your love still keeps me warmer. My Love, tell
more about work. How is it? How are your patients? I hope they aren’t being hard on you.
What of your boss? Is he still trying to raise his eye brows on you? Is his heart still darkened
by jealous, of your love for patients? Tell me, Love. I have realized currently you haven’t
been sharing with me the daily news of your work. But, you don’t have to be much vexed by
my curiosity to know. All I want is to know that you are doing well and you are in good
health.

I pray that my mind may never be so weak to contemplate of your love. For you too, I pray
that your heart shall never be weak to keep waiting for me. For what will become of us, when
we let the torments of distance overweigh our love for each other? How I pray it may never
reach to that point.

Till next time,

I love you.
If love was a treasure, then you are the rare precious stone,
If Love was the air, then you are the air I breathe,
If love was the sweetest melody, then you are that melody,
If love was heaven, then you are the heaven I want live
Letter XIII
Dear Rosalina,

May it be that my hands never tire to share my heart with you by the remarkable use of ink
and paper. Be far from me that my eyes will be easily devoured by another’s wit or by the
radiance of another’s skin. I have always devoted myself to thee, my Love. If there is silence,
then it's not that I have diverted my heart to another course, it's that sometimes in silence my
love for you grows deeper and strong. I have decided to be revisiting the meditations of your
letters for a week. Do you know why? I just don’t want the magic of your words forgotten by
my mind. I want every word you have written for me, to be a song I sing every morning.

How are you, my Love? Forgive my manners for not starting by asking how you are fairing
on. It's just that my mind is so much consumed by the affection you share until I am scared
that one day, I will be so weak to hold on. I have been praying to the Almighty to keep you
safe and to guard your work as He has guarded my soul against being lured into regrettable
passions that come because of loneliness. It scares me, my Love. What if one day I lost you
to another? What if you lost me to another? How I pray that day never comes around. I would
rather die a peasant than lose you, my Darling. I am sorry that such thoughts have visited my
mind, but I won't lie to you, sometimes I feel tired of waiting, then, I remember, who loses
patience for a treasure? I have seen traders from the old times, they would wait for years for
their valuable merchandise. They never lost hope. Even when the winds in the ocean
suggested otherwise, still they were strong enough to conquer temptations. My Love, I am
ready to wait. Worry not your soul, I have no desire of letting my heart melt away because of
time. What is time to a man in love? It’s nothing.

Today my Love, I ask your forgiveness for bothering you with much sorrows and worries of
my heart. I hope you will find even a word that will please you in this letter. I just want you
to know, in the rising and the setting of the sun, my love for you will not be quenched. I am
still yours and you will remain to be mine.

Till next time

I love you.
Your lips are like rocks that store fresh waters in the desert,
Every droplet of words that come from your mouth,
Carries within it, a deliciousness whose taste,
Breathes eternal life into my being.
Letter XIV

Dear Rosalina,

My heart hasn’t stopped rejoicing because of your love. You have become the daily devotion
of my thoughts.
I write this letter to apologize for my previous letter. I was depressed and reckless. Loneliness
had taken my being, his prison. The chains were pressing my heart so hard I couldn’t
withstand the pain. I understand those words must have shaken your heart with the terror of
much worries. I’m sorry my Love, I pray to thee that you will find a spot in your heart to
forgive me, and you will understand my situation here. I am like a thirsty deer in the desert.

Tell me, Love, is your heart weak like mine? Do you miss me more than I do? How do you
tend to find happiness? How do you survive without letting this curse that has put us apart
take control of your mind? Tell me, my Love. I want to be happy. I want to be strong. I want
to learn how to withstand temptations. I am sorry that I’m asking you these questions. Is it
because it has been three years of not seeing you that is weakening my heart? I am afraid that
I'm losing it. Teach me how to wait, Love. I don’t want my desires to divert from you. My
soul, body and heart, they are all yours. I don’t want to lose them to another. Teach me.
Please teach me.

Yesterday, I had a dream that terrified me, Love. It scared me to death, I almost screamed.
After that dream, I couldn’t sleep anymore. I had to call my Pastor to pray for me. I know you
must want to know, but I will tell you next time. I don’t want you to worry my Love, I am
doing fine and I’m of good health.

Till next time,

I love you.
They have shown their hate for your skin,
But I will not be amongst them,
For love cannot be measured by the décor,
But the strength that builds within the heart.
Letter XV

Dear Rosalina,

Thank you so much for understanding the worries of my last letter. I thought you would reply
with a piercing harshness, but you didn’t. When I read your letter, I realized I had let the
foolishness and the wits of loneliness take me a prisoner. I am sorry that I allowed the
thought of diversion to take hold of me. Thank you for your forgiveness, my Love. Your
letter reminds me of my mother. She used to love my father before he went to be with the
Lord. She would nourish him with unflappable love. Sometimes other men were jealous of
my father for having such a rare jewel of a woman. You possess all her virtues. When I see
you, I see her. When I hear your voice, I hear her.

My Love, I am sorry that I allowed my heart to be vexed in such a manner. I was so stupid to
let the vexation of my heart be brought into reality with the art of my hands on a paper. But I
am glad, that you have released me from the prison of condemnation. You are the best!

Life is fair. The weather is friendly. The clouds are always shielding us from the scorching
rays of the sun, but they also don’t deny us the warmth of the morning, adorned with a cool
breeze. I can’t forget about the birds with their endless efforts to entertain us in the morning
and to remind us that we, have to welcome the Savior before the day is long faded. They are
our companions, my Love. Sometimes I wish I had such a lovely voice as theirs, so that,
when you come, I would be singing for you when you wake up and before you retire to
slumber world. But alas! I am just me. I am only proficient in writing with my heart and my
hands.

I would love to write more. To slip open my heart in this letter, but my Love, I beg your
forgiveness for stopping with this paragraph. I just want you to know that you mean more
than anything the world could offer me. You are the other half of my heart. Forever, one with
me.

Till next time,

I love you.
You are a woman whose honesty cannot be bargained,
Neither your virtues be compared,
As you have genuinely engraved yourself,
To the true cause of righteous love.
Letter XVI

Dear Rosalina,

I have chosen to write this letter at this early hour before the sun rises. I just couldn’t wait for
a Monday, Love. As much as love is patient, my desire and longing to talk to you are
impatient. Again, what loss would I burden myself with? None, my Love. For you, I will
break the traditions and laws. For you, I will give up on religion. For you, I will rather be an
atheist. A lawbreaker. For you, I will eat the forbidden fruit. And, if it means breaking my
boundaries, I will not hesitate. For what more would a man desire than the affection from his
beloved?

Your letters my Love, have given me the warmth of your adoration. My heart is so much
pleased and endeared to you like never before. Every day my life revolves around you. I am
rooted deeply in your love. My devotions are filled with praise and glory, do you know why?
Because you are the reason, I hold them. You are the motivation and inspiration that keeps
me going. Whenever the thought of giving up, rises to imprison my mind, I reminisce of you.
I think of us together. Together in the glorious future. You and I, a family bonded by the
strongest power and force in the world-love.

On Friday, we had a worship night in our church. I have never seen the Hand of the Lord at
work before like it was on Friday. Deliverance, healing, and redemption. But that is not what
made attend the worship, my Love. I went because of us. I went to thank the Lord for the far
He has brought us and to ask Him to cement and guard our love, to protect us from the
malicious eyes and the temptation that brought Samson to his knees.

You are a virtuous woman, my Love. Without you, I would have already lost in this game of
life. I pray that God will always hide you under His wings.

I love you,
Till next time.
When I’m caught within the floods of sorrow,
Your love delivers me and sets me free,
When I’m chained within pangs of lack,
Your love showers me with abundance of life.
Letter XVII
Dear Rosalina,

‘Caught out in the rain’ by Beth Hart, I have been listening to this song for a whole week.
You should find time to listen to it. It reminds me of the moments when we would let the rain
shower us without caring. Those days are still in my mind like yesterday. People used to
think we were just young couples who have been confused by affection, but what they didn’t
know is, that was just the beginning of us. I still recall when one of my friends, Fred asked
me why I had let love take the course of my life. I wanted to answer him, but I realized that
those who have never tasted love, even if they are given a lesson about love, they will never
understand. I only told him to be in love, then he will be in a position to ask me that question.

Yesterday, I went to visit my friend David. His health has been deteriorating for two months
now. He has colon cancer. He is worn out my Love. When I saw him, my eyes were filled
with tears. I couldn’t fathom the pain he was going through. His family has spent every coin
they had. His wife and the two children are worn out too from the stress the pandemic that
has befallen them. The doctors told him he has left a few weeks before he is gone to be with
the Lord. I wish I could help him, Love. Do you remember he was the first person to endorse
our relationship when everyone thought we were just kids trying to play games of love? He
stood with us when our parents wanted to break us apart.

I told him that it is gonna be fine. That the Lord will heal him, but I am afraid my Love, he
may leave this world soon. He may leave his little children while they still need him. I am
worried, my Love; please, would you tell me that it will be okay for him. Please, find time to
pray for him. He has always been a good friend to us. A mentor, we have always looked
upon.

I love you,
Till next time.
You are a sanctuary whose priest I know not off,
But one thing I know; you are made of love,
And every day, I will surrender my soul to you,
And my whole being will worship in the myriad of your love.
Letter VIII

Dear Rosalina,

It’s Saturday morning. It’s 7:15 am as I’m writing this letter to you. Outside, the sky is crystal
clear. I can hear the hooting of vehicles from afar. I think today the city market will be full to
the brim. It’s an end month, moreover, the schools are opening on Tuesday. You can
understand why that is so. The birds have just concluded their morning session. The breeze is
cool. The wind is a little bit still. I can’t tell what will happen in this day. Only He, the
Creator of the universe understands. As for me, my heart is in pain and sorrow, my Love.

David passed away one week ago. The pain was too much for him. He requested the doctors
to shut down the life-supporting machine he had been using. He was so weak, my Love. I
can’t blame him for making such a decision. I know you must have prayed for him, but some
things my Love, we have no control over. We have to let them go, even though it is hard and
painful. I’m sorry Love, that I am telling you this late. I was to write to you within the past
week, but something unfortunate happened. I have been having throat pains recently when I
went for a checkup, my doctor couldn’t identify the problem. I had to undergo another
thorough checkup. I couldn’t believe the results. Yesterday, I had to go for another test from
a different hospital.

My Love, I have throat cancer. I understand that this will hit your nerves hard, but I don’t
want you to worry. I am never going to leave you. Cancer is just but a disease, it may eat
away my throat but it will never stop me from loving you. Pray for me. I believe it shall be
well with me. Don’t start crying and thinking that I will die. Cancer can’­­t kill me. I have
God with me and I have you too.

Till next time,

I love you.
When the sun kisses the dark skin of the earth,
Flowers blossom richly, showing off their grandeur,
And you my Love, are like the morning sun.
Letter XIX

Dear Rosalina,

Love is an ingredient that flavors life. Love is the pillar that holds one when he is falling.
Love is the cure to a soul that has lost hope. This love you give me is one that my heart is
fully depending on. For the past few weeks, since I was diagnosed with throat cancer, my life
has been waving and shaking as if I am gonna be down soon. I haven’t found much strength
anywhere as I have found in you. It's you my Love that keeps me going through this period as
I try to fight against this monster that is eating me away.

Your letters, my Love, have reminded me of once again the beauty of having you in my life.
Every word you write down makes me strong. Sometimes I just wonder, if I had given up on
us, as some people were pressuring me to, what would be of me today? Where would I have
found hope? Whom would I have depended on? I bless the Name of the Lord because, by His
direction, I never backed down. I stood and fought for us, and now I can see the fruits of
sticking to you. You have become the adoration of my life. A daily devotion to which I can
not stop attending. I think of you always, my Love. I never stop thanking the Good Lord for
blessing me with you.

Everyday pain increases my Love. I know this will vex your heart but I beg of you not to
worry or soak yourself in tears. Your love eases the pain. Whenever I ponder of you, the pain
stops. Your love is like a magical medicine that drinks away all the pain from my body.
Thank you, my Love, for being there for me. I truly understand that you would have wished
to come and be with me in this terrible hour, but worry not, I will be fine. Moreover, soon we
will be together when you come for your yearly leave.

Next week I will be going to see my Doctor. His name is Joshua. He is a kind and loving
man. He treats me with honor. Sometimes, I wish all people were like him. He has always
been feeding with encouragements. Sometimes when I visit him, he tells me how the Lord
will heal me if I keep trusting Him. He is just amazing. I haven’t found a male doctor with
such an incredible heart like him. And by the way, I told him about you. how a great doctor
you are and a wonderful spouse you have been.

Till next time,

I love you.
 You touched me, and my tears melted,
You touched me, and my fears faded,
You touched me, and my worries vanished,
You touched me, and my wounds healed.
Letter XX

Dear Rosalina,

Thank you for the roses you have been sending me. They carry your sweet scent that has
never left my nostrils. Every day I wake up in the morning and breathe in their scent. How
sweet of you my Love. You are just glorious and fabulous. You think of me as if as your own
heart. You treat me as if I was your skin. Thank you for being the Love of my life. I wish I
could have the strength to shout out to the world of your affection. But I am getting frail
every day. My body is losing its adrenaline every passing moment. I just don’t know if I will
get better soon, my Love.

My mother came to see me last week on Wednesday. When she saw me, she wept. I saw her
tears flow across her cheeks. I couldn’t stop her. My sickness has weighed her down. It has
made her lose her old age beauty. I felt I am hurting her. But what could I have done my
Love? I can’t blame anyone but myself. I regret for letting this monster take over my body
without knowing.

She held me in her arms. Her body was cold. I could feel how the pain I have caused her, eat
away her body. I wanted to tell her it shall be well with me, but I couldn’t. A mother is
always a mother, she would have known I was lying to her. She asked of you, my Love. She
wanted to know why you haven’t come to be with me. I had to explain to her, how I had
turned down your suggestion to resign your work to come, be with me. I just don’t want you
to be stressed of me or leave your work for me. I know how kind you have been to your
patients. It would be selfish of me to snatch you from your patients who need your help there.
Furthermore, I have a doctor and a well-trained nurse who have been assigned to take care of
me by my company.

Before she left, she prayed for me. And she prayed for us too. I could feel the tenderness and
love in her prayers. The mother's love. I believe God will answer her prayers. It just made
me think of us. When we become parents, I would want our children to have the best. To
drink from the cup of parents love. What more is there to offer children, if not our love as
their parents? Together we are going to raise them with honor, kindness, respect, and love.
They are gonna be the best children ever, and when they grow up, they will be people the
society prospers on.

Till next time,

I love you.
One day, my soul will be weak,
One day, my heart will fall,
On that day, my Love, be strong,
Stay focused, don’t lose the sight of me.
Letter XXI

Dear Rosalina,

In these dark days, your love has remained to be my light. Your love shines more than the sun
does. It gives me warmth in the cold nights. Inspires me when I feel like it's never okay again.
Your love is my strength when I’m weak. Your love is the only cup that satisfies me. Thank
you for always showering me with your love.

Should I be worried, my Love? For the last two weeks, I haven’t received any letter from
you. May I know what is happening to you there? Are you in trouble, Love? Have you been
caught in the mix up of work again? Please don’t let me ask the wrong questions. I don’t
want to be depressed again. I don’t want to feel the pain of your silence. It will tear me apart
and when I’m torn, this monster in me, will take advantage of that and melt me down before
the right time. Forgive me, Love, if I dare worry like the last time.

Tomorrow I will be going to visit my doctor again. It’s terrifying for me, Love. Tomorrow is
the day when I will be told if I am gonna make it or have limited days to live. I wish you
would have been there with me, but I understand that you can’t be. I have been praying that
the report I get from the doctor will be positive to my heart. Though still, I pray that God's
will be done. Whatever the report I get tomorrow, I have asked God to give me strength. His
will and your love are all I need now. Nothing more do I desire. I don’t want other things that
life has to offer, I just want you and God’s sufficient grace.

I will go with Mama tomorrow and the nurse I was assigned. They will be with me when I
receive the report. Whatever the outcome, my Love, I want you to be strong. I want you to
know that I have never stopped loving you. In these terrible days, it’s your love that has kept
me from falling asleep. I have come to know the beauty and the glory of love.

Kindly, write me, so my worries can never come true, Love.

Till next time,

I love you.
What a jewel of true woman you are,
A woman whose love surpasses all understanding,
A woman whose honor is built on true love,
As you are, so have you been to me as I am.
Letter XXII

Dear Rosalina,

My heart is getting abraded by your silence. I have been sending you letters but I get no
reply. It’s two months now since you sent me a letter. May I ask why this is so, please? Did
the report of my health shut you down? I am sorry my Love, if I am starting to sound like a
nagging wife, but you know, silence makes the heart grow fonder. Please do tell, so I may
find peace while I keep fighting this monster wasting me away.

I am remaining with few days my Love. I have lost hope but I haven’t lost hope of you. I
have no strength at all. I had to resign two weeks after I received the terrifying news. It left
me with no choice. My company needs to progress and I never wanted to be a block to them.
I love my company. It has always been a pleasure working there. And it has always been
supportive to me till this day. The boss and my coworkers have never stopped visiting me.
Sometimes they come and hold prayers here, just for me. They are the best. I know they will
miss me when I’m gone. I wish I could extend the days of my departure. But what can I do?

Prayers have become daily bread for me. I have decided to devote myself to prayer, fully.
Though I can’t find the strength to kneel as I used to, in my heart, I do pray. Sometimes I feel
like I should ask God to give me more days so we can have time for our wedding…but I find
it difficult. I don’t know what else to ask Him but only the strength to live on for the next few
days. I don’t want to give up on Him. He has always been faithful to me. If He wants me to
be with Him this soon, then let it be so. I understand this sounds as if I have given up on life,
but I have not. How can I? I want us to live for more years. I want us to enjoy our love
together.

My Love, I adore you so much. I love you beyond words could express. In fact, by each
passing day, my affection for you grows greatly. It’s not because I have left a few days, but
it’s the truth from my heart. I have prayed that Almighty will keep you safe when I am gone.
He will give you the strength to go through the coming difficult days. I want you to live
happily when I am no more. I want you to know that I love you and I have always loved you
unconditionally. Even if you won’t be around to see me in my final days, I won’t blame you.

Till next time,

I love you.
I would have given you the whole world,
But the world is not mine to give,
I would have made you a Queen over all the Kingdoms,
But I am not the King, I am just me
Letter XXIII

Dear Rosalina,

I am so sorry for the terrible thing has been consuming you all these days. I am sorry for
nagging in my letter. I never knew that you have been made a prisoner of pneumonia. I
heartily apologize for all the worries I have been having. I wish I could help you, Love. I just
don’t know why this is happening to us all. It leaves me wondering if this is Gods will that
our story will end in the middle, or it’s the devil’s jealousy to vanish us before we became
what we were meant to be?

When I was listening, as the nurse read your letter to me, tears filled my eyes. I stopped
thinking of my pain and thought of you. How could this happen to you my Love? What have
we done that this calamity has to befall us? I am sorry Love. Will our love end in death beds?
I am terrified. My heart is no longer in one piece. I wish I would come to see you. but I am
sorry, it's too late for me. I can no longer walk anymore. My body is worn out already. I only
have three days left.

I have prayed to the Almighty that you shall be well. I know He will heal you, as for me, my
path is already defined. I just ask of you, one thing, my Love. Don’t spend days mourning of
me. Don’t lock yourself up. Don’t blame God for my departure. He is God and His will is
what matters. Kindly, don’t deny yourself another chance of love. I have prayed that God will
bless you with a husband that will love you unconditionally, more than I did. He will guard
your heart with his life. He will protect your love with all he’s got. I know you may think I
have already given up on us. No, my Love. I just want you to be happy. To live this life to the
fullest.

Be kind as you have always been. When you get well, don’t quit your job. Don’t give up on
your dreams. Build a legacy that will be remembered for generations. Continue the work I
had started. I have already asked my lawyer to transfer 75 percent of my assets and projects
to your name and the rest to my mother. Please, take care of my Mother. Love her as you
have always loved her before. Don’t let my departure cut off the bond you have always had
with her.

How I wish that in paradise, people were able to send letters to earth, I would have sent you a
letter daily. But I am sorry to say this may be the last letter I send you, my Love. I am sorry if
in any case, I wronged you. May you get well soon.

Yours Loving,
Darcy.
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