Dear Mwendwa,

How are you sweet honey?

I can’t reach you on the phone darling

I hope you will receive this letter

This message on this electronic paper

The earlier you read it the better

For my heart is bursting at the seams

Expectant to the elastic extreme

Pregnant to the deepest brim

Ready to gush out its contents

Like a river breaking its banks

Like a flood on the lowlands

Overflowing with unlimited love

Open those warm arms

Close your lovely eyes

And embrace this man

Give him a chance, just once

A drink, on a date or a dance

For my heart to pour out its romance.

Yours for better or for worse,