Love Letter Gone Wrong – Nineteen
It’s time for another round of LOVE LETTERS GONE WRONG! Every Friday I feature a LOVE LETTER GONE WRONG submitted by an anonymous blogger. Sunday morning I reveal the secret admirer’s identity with a link to the blogger’s home page. If you’d like to submit some truly heinous love letters please send them to firstname.lastname@example.org.
This week’s love letter was written by a blogger who took the time to comment on my OPEN LETTER post. Check out this post and then return to the comments here to guess who the secret admirer is. The first correct guess wins a free copy of my ebook.
Oh, Heidi, Heidi. Christ almighty,
how I do love thee?
Thy witty prose, thy way with words,
pure amazes me.
I would write for you a poem
if I only could.
But when I think about you
I part turn into wood.
It gets so hard and painful
I can scarce endure.
And in case you’re doubtful,
that’s not bull manure.
It’s not the type of wood with which
I heat my home at night.
It is instead so warm and smooth,
and could give you great delight.
But the miles that lie between us,
so many in their count,
make it so unlikely
that you I’ll ever mount.
My wife would be heartbroken
if she knew to you I write.
But I’ll be thinking of you
when I’m doing her tonight.