Love Letter To Marion

Frustration is a sign of desire it's true. I can reach out but not touch you. I can strain to see but have not sight of you. I try to remember your beautiful face. Yet am unable well to trace. I want to hear your pretty voice. Beyond all that I want you to know, my love for you is no choice. Oh how I yearn for your breasts and kisses. To answer your god sent missives. Being with you I owe no remises. Knowing with your pa we'll have reminisces. I Hector and you Chryseis I monsieur and you my missus. Under The Lord we need no politesses.