August 12, 1923
My Dear Sweet heart,
I have not in my vocabulary words sufficient enough to express my supreme delight in reading your picturesque and vivid letter which I received a day or so ago. Indeed your message of love filled me with
ecstasy.
You are an artist at explaining your emotions. That is a wonderful gift I am sorry that I am not well versed as you, but
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nevertheless, I will in my simple but heartful way endeavor to tell of the response my heart gives to your wonderful letters
Just now I picture my self as a poor little boy destitute of some one's love His ideal, his Queen the woman of his hopes and ambition. He has been unable to find the world over, He goes to sleep
with only the dark, lonsome night as his companion and lover but lo' in the morning his sleep is abruptly interrupted by the
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lovely noted of birds by the bright morning sun and by his side stand the his Queen charming, although this is a very simple
story it illustrates better than I can tell the feeling of my heart. May dear- I am very sorry that we couldn't see each other Sundy, but I hope to see you very soon, to see if your breath every word
you said over the phone Friday night. I should say that your letters are very sweet I just know that you are just as sweet
as they
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are, I am sorry that we can't be alone Firday night, Aug. 17, 1923. Is there any possible chance for such things to happen. As I have nothing more to day I will close,
yours till Rocky Mt's Rocks
William
P.S. I noticed there were no respond [missing text] over the phone when I sent you the quick kiss may be you dont like artificial ones, well you can get real ones. from some one else I guess.