A Speech About Love

Someone once told me about love. They described love as a beautiful encounter. The one we meet with butterflies lingering in the pit of our stomachs, our ruddy cheeks gain scarlet and scrambled feet. The place where we relish under the sun as everyone gives us their blessings. After all, the union between two people should be something respected. Oh well, that is what love is supposed to be.

Yet, it seems some people do not understand the concept of it as they use the term to excuse their disgusting actions.

I was distraught when I first heard and I am sure you would be too. So, sit back and get your cup of tea ladies and gentlemen. Today, we are talking about the shameful fools of the century, the ones who dared to use love as an excuse

Your slim gilt soul walks between passion and poetry. I know Hyacinthus, whom Apollo loved so madly, was you in Greek days. Why are you alone in London, and when do you go to Salisbury? Do go there to cool your hands in the grey twilight of Gothic things, and come here whenever you like. It is a lovely place and lacks only you; but go to Salisbury first.

Always, with undying love,

Yours, Oscar.

Surely not, this is a sweet love letter to Mister Alfred Douglas. I can sense the amount of tenderness dripping from Mister Wilde’s fingers. I am almost jealous, the green eye seeps out of me. A magician with words, he surely knows how to string words. No surprise, he knew how to string his poor wife Constance into this disaster. It already spelled tragedy since the moment we can spot the words boy. The tragedy we already cross out as horrific because who wants to see this freak show?

We all knew Mister Wilde was a man so, his letter already evoked disgust in the crowd. Because no a true man would write such loveliness to another. The way he describes Douglas’ lips and soul, what an image! The way he describes the madness of their kissing, their passion, their poetry, their lovely place! Agh, I can almost taste the illusion of