A letter to my love

My dearest,1

This isn’t a ‘love at first sight’ so often spoken of. It is a love which has come through knowledge of you, meeting you so often through the week, every week. Coming into contact with you: your humour, your passion, your beauty, your charisma. Who can fail but love you? Yet my love is deeper than theirs, deeper than those who obsess over the way you look or the way you play guitar, though both of these things are impressive. You are not a beloved in the way most loves are, you are like a religion, and your true love will prescribe to you with all her heart.2

Your humour lightens up the room. You are not afraid to offend yourself, or anyone else, but you don’t do it in cruelty as many do- you do it in jest and good nature. You can make people remember dull passages of dead man’s text (much to my annoyance we have not studied any dull dead women’s texts- feminist that I am!) and make it up to date, relevant and more importantly, twist the meaning into something funny. You don’t try to be funny- your humour just comes naturally, whilst learning things for the first time. Yet, you retain the information. Most people with your sense of humour wouldn’t have made it as far as you academically, because they were just playing about, but you- you exceed that. You have a wonderful sense and ability of doing two things at once. Perhaps one day, those two things will be placing a ring on my finger and saying ‘I do’. 3

Your passion is incredible. It’s found in the relationships you have with your friends, it’s found in the way you play guitar, it’s found in every show you ever performed. This passion for what you do, this passion also for the world around you. I often wonder: is it a priori or a posteriori? Or, in simpler language, were you born with passion in your heart, for the world around you, or did your beauty cause you to be blessed so that you had blessings in your life you learned to feel passionate about? However it is, whatever the cause, I hope to one day be the reason for that passion.4

You are beautiful. There are two kinds of beauty: the exterior and the interior. Both of which you have. External beauty is the beauty which is the reason for your azure eyes and golden curls. This is magnificent, it captivates me beautifully. But, more important is your true beauty which keeps the world’s interest long after they forget your looks. This truly holds the attention, your polite behaviour, decency and good morals. You are a nice person, but not only a holder of high morals, also a pleasant person to be around. A nun in a convent may hold higher morals than you, but she would never give me as much joy to be around. She would never smile so pleasantly, speak with so soft a tone and love the world with so much of her heart. I long for you to share this beauty with me.5

You captivate everyone, no matter how little they want to hear your message, and persuade them it is right. You are on stage, brave and joking where most would tremble in fear. You hold the crowd; have fans centre round you, praising how gloriously you play, sing and talk. And, not only can you keep the trust of those who believe you, you do more than that. You are a miracle worker- turning people from one attention or belief and onto yours, believing what you say. So many would use this power for evil: you have the charisma many dictators and cult leaders abuse, but you use it for good. You admit there is no true answer- but long to persuade people that there is one rule- think! Consider all options. I considered the options, and the greatest one was you. You were the one I wanted, and still you are. So, I ask you, will you become my love? 6

Yours in love7

Your secret admirer8