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Ms. _______________,
I have always prided myself for my eloquence. When I was younger I was often congratulated for the excellent disposal of my words. Even now at my current profession I am lauded for my abilities at written and spoken expression.
It is my great misfortune that you are not impressed by such talents. In fact, the statement above will strike many as exorbitantly arrogant, however, as I am fully aware that you couldn't care less for a man of unbounded vocabulary, I know you will forgive my tawdry display of vanity. It is in the hope-- though the hope be that of a man driven by desperation-- that you would be impressed, even slightly, by me pointing out that many other people admire me.
You see! That is how much of a fool I've become.
I realize that the first part of my letter to you is terribly egotistical. Since this is a love letter and not a rant I must revert to something that actually doesn't talk about me or my worries at what you think. I must change my writing style into something filled with beautiful imagery depicting you but-- I am afraid I am unable to.
Concerning you, all my eloquence fails and I find myself groveling in the pit of illiteracy.
I am hopeless, hopeless, hopeless! I make those supposedly witty side comments in the hope of impressing you. I've fallen to the stature of a pompous fool trying to get you to notice my existence. I've used every single word in the English Language to express myself but all those words choke up my throat once I see you.
My whole vocabulary of thousands and thousands of words is reduced to three when I see you. Since there is nothing else I can say and since those words will hold more meaning than if I recite a Shakesperean play to you, I had better say it: I love you.
Your tongue-tied admirer,
A Man of Quondam Eloquence
P.S. Simplicity in speech does not mean simplicity in mind nor heart. My heart would be all too eloquent, had it only the power of speech.
