From the day we conceptualise love we are automatically drawn to it, our lives feeling empty and meaningless without it. There are a gazillion versions and mis-versions of it around us either pedalled in the media, passed down through generations or erroneously drawn out of us by bad experience. In either instance Love seemingly makes the world go round. I remember in High School how Valentine’s Day was always the most important day of the year for young love because it’s what made or broke the connection…hate to put it that way LOL but its kinda true.
It was a pre cursor to the Haves and Have Not’s plus when you are young, pubescent and prone to ratchet your idea and checklist of things that mean love is pretty wacky. Anyway on this “sacred” Day of Bla Vale (I had to…LOL), the “hot” girls had many bouquets and gifts to choose from while the not-so-Hot girls got a rude awakening. I’m talking waking up and smelling bucket loads of coffee here, with interesting rumours of how some singletons got so desperate they had to save their dignity with self-sent roses/chocolates/gifts. For the record I never actually met anyone who did this…not that they would ever talk about it.
Fast forward to 2017…recently I had to watch another such day go by with not a single rose or gift and I have to say an old painful moment brought this in mind…”not this again, I mean seriously? *rolling eyes. I’ve been more enthusiastic lately, I’ve done more than enough homework on how to Catch Mr. Right or at the very least have a Mr. Right Now, I’ve put so much effort into this dope Mohawk, I make and wear my gorgeous jewellery and Lord knows have received so many compliments about it, my hair, style and looks…so why? On yet another V-Day am I starting from the bottom never here?” this was so deep I couldn’t confront it at that moment so it’s been marinating at the back of mind for such an opportunity as this. Oh yeah Mr Valentines’ past when I read this letter I knew I had left Nemo’s game and been found.
Dear Most Loved,
If I could search the deepest oceans of my emotion toward you, I could site the sea as one sentence in a book as broad as the Milky Way. You see Darling, I would rain my Love on you until the flood could no longer contain itself. You would only have to breathe to know that I wish the freshness of the air to rush into you and make your dark nights light, the refreshment of previously parched grass receiving a long awaited storm of renewing dew. I wish your cup to overflow and your head be anointed with oil and your burden be lightened.
Each morning you wake, I wish to spend just a moment with you before the Lord is temped, your beautiful soul to take. As you stretch after a good or a bad night’s sleep I can’t help but admire the evident Fearful and Wonderful craft that led to your image. My goodness…it’s like the life cycle of Earth would never have been completed had you never been born into it. The way you reach out to touch things around you, the way you tug on my heart whenever my eyes take a much needed sip of you and those eloquent hands that embody what it is to be blessed. This creator called God went further than merely create you, he infused the very essence of all that is spirit and truth into a vessel that surely leads back to His glorification. You are trophy of his Grace because it shines on your face like heaven came down and the kingdom is upon us.
I’ve seen you Sunshine as you have arisen with your beaming light as if to cover the whole sky, you are bubbly and always ready with a smile, a word of encouragement for a sad face and an open helping hand. I’ve seen you Moonlight when your silver tears have left fluorescent stains in mournful moments, when you gave your heart with that vigorous childlike naivite and tasted the bitter gum drops of rejection. I have seen you Volcano when your temper has turned to dark dangerous shades of red infused black first smouldering in warning shots of sarcasm then violent eruptions of bottled up insecurities.
I have seen you Sharon in every moment you have ever had to endure and I have been the constant in all your highest and lowest points and so on this day for which you have waited even with wavering hope, I have come to ask that which you thought someone else had to ask in order for you to mean something in this life. I have come to ask for your heart in marriage, I want to break into your mind and steal you away from all you used to know, I want to prepare you to leave the past and cleave to your God destined future from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health. I shall love you, in all the ways he has shown us until the day his desire for your home coming outweighs your time in this life.
Ps. I love you
From
Your Unsecret Admirer
Sharon Rateiwa
