A youth’s love letter to a lady teacher
Sweet Sara,
Let not this note surprise you. This is just an eulogization or in fact a true appreciation from one of your lovers. I know and I can well feel that I cannot be the lone worshipper of the deity that is you. But, as an admirer, as a worshipper, I stand duty-bound to sing the song of denotation to please my goodness. I have never been conscientious of your growth from a girl budding into youth womanhood. I have observed that you possess a splendid figure. Your exquisite poise while carrying books to the school ever reminds me of some ethereal goodness that has come down to earth.
I saw you in the rains, the other day, all wet, only your books wrapped in a plastic sheet bag. At first I wanted to run up to you and offer you my umbrella. That would have afforded me an occasion to talk to you — an occasion I have long been waiting but the aesthetic sense in me astounded me and I stood watching your unadorned beauty, fear and angelic countenance and engaging simplicity that is your own. Sara, this then is your true picture in the eye of an admirer. What a gorgeous girl you are! You have captivated my heart.
Believe me, Sara.
An Admirer of yours
An Admirer of yours
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