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Letter to an Unknown Lover (Le Voir N. Lewis - New Orleans, LA)

  


U
nderstand this, unknown lover, read this letter with great care, 

and be ready for the ultimate test of your life.

Be brave, be bold, but be patient with me, lover, 

I come with nothing but peace and not strife.

I am bossy, prissy, and often brazen,

always speaking on what’s on my mind. 

I will dream big for the both of us, but keep us grounded together, 

ensuring our life is well planned, not going in blind.

Be brave, be bold, be ballsy, be direct,

and don’t you dare tiptoe with me or be weak. 

Be charismatic and innovative with my time and my love,

and always with respect towards me, you will speak. 

 

will recite useless tidbits of information to you every now and again,

so be ready to get an earful of trivia that will wrack your brain. 

When my nerves get the best of me, be my angel in disguise, 

and be my therapist to keep me sane. 

Be kind, be patient, and always protective, unknown lover,

and no matter what our purpose is in life, we will keep each other on track.

You’re my cheerleader, my support system, 

my last ray of hope; and I will always and foreverhave your back.

We build up each other, never going to bed upset.

We allow our happiest of days outweigh anything that’s grim.

Unknown lover, accept my letter as a challenge to you, a casting call. 

Are you all in? Do or die, sink or swim. 

 

No, I don’t have the headspace or time interviewing and vetting potential lovers. 

Who has time for the grueling shit?
Here’s a crash course into my world, Cliff Notes on how to love LV, 

The fast-track program if you’re down for it. 

A life of loneliness can sometimes pass by unnoticed, 

gazing at couples and silently wishing them the best. 

But a piercing streak of jealousy has struck me oh so suddenly, 

and I yearn to be loved like the rest. 

Unsure why I ponder on such insignificant things in my life, 

but maybe I am destined to find my better half.

Leaving a life of bitterness and distrust of so many people, 

tearing down walls for the one who can make me laugh.

 

Not sure what to say when faced with the challenge

of preparing a lover for what’s in store.

I just hope this letter finds its way to my unknown lover,

giving them a heads up of what they may be searching for. 

 

 

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