Olive 🕊🍸How happy was I dear Olive 🕊 when I lived at home secure of your love 🥰
and never did suspect that anything could have made you forget me 🤷
but now I see your memory failed and my misfortune increased and I fear that absence hath made you neglect writing ✏️ unto me,
and changed that constant love 💖 which in my opinion was wholly mine,
but it may be I lived deceived then,
and God ⛪️ hath been pleased with this occasion to open mine eyes 👀 that I might see how little you esteem me,
here have come two posts and I have received no letters 💌 from you,
it may be mine have been so long that because I should not trouble you with so much letter you thought god to forbear writing,
thinking I could not be so shameless as to do it without correspondence.
Alas sweet Olive 🍸 if my love were like yours I could forbear to show it,
but it is impossible for if you did but know how miserably I pass this life,
from the sight of your eyes you could not chose but pity me.
I left my heart with your sweet breast 🍉 at my departing from you,
and am united there with you in despite of this tedious intermission of my joy 😂
which makes me live here like a man without a soul 👻
therefore you ought to love 💖 that love 💖 which is in me though you have none yourself let me entreat you to have a care to let me know how you and your children too though you write not to me,
for that is sum comfort and makes me enjoy myself a little,
I wonder my mother 👩👧 would forget me, but sure she know not of the posts 📮 coming,
I send you by Dick 🍆 Grimes a chain of gold 🏆