you silly woman…..it is not love i fear, but the trepidation of this reciprocal inner fear, ripened by awe, for the same in return….have you not surmised that by now……if not the least by hypothetical inference? such states of brooding disquietude fill me with quavering moments……slowly passing by…….ever so quickly….the majority most certainly irretrievable in the passage of time……

please admire my smile…….i beg you……