The Best Yet to Come

         I've written to you, and about you, before but the best piece is yet to come. It must be writer's block, for no words in my small vocabulary, no ideas in my young head, can adequately describe the raging emotions in my utterly devoted heart. Something is missing in the other attempts. They don't convey my love to its fullest extent. So, some time when you look at me especially on some enchanted romantic night, glance into my eyes and thus my soul. Truly search and see how much you mean. THAT is the essence of what I wish to write.