Dear,
Thousand times I wanted to make you believe,
she doesn't have any past to be posted to God.
Before the minister she can confess,
nothing, none oppressed her soul
or none occupied one inch of her
innocent mind or body.
If she loves anyone,
she loves her as the child of God,
as her brother or sister, as child.
She doesn't pamper the pomp
or any of seven deadly sins.
She is humble, very very
close to mother earth.
Yours
ever loving friend
Sim
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