Short Love Poem

Dear Lady, i hope i reach you in time i forgot my glasses any way the sundial you left me still works... all the fellas i meet here seem well..kinda.. they look at things they shouldn't...i sold the cow.. to some Indians..they gave me all of there wives.. i don't know what to do with all of the milk... the fruit was gone, i left at your cave..the pole was gone as well, the flag was still there...one of my new wives has, strange impression of a crown..on her thigh.. it is pretty high up on her shelf.. Paul who was..belated died in a stampede of Chippewas...they also gave me a wife.. the whites are no where as kind as them.. so i sell them all of the extra milk...they give me the plums to there wives as well as some of the hairs in there forest for food... i am most fond of there hairs..as my weight gain shows, your are much better.., puffed, buffed, sweet.. .well my love light grows..and grows.. falling in you always yours... love of your..peas...) it(s weet..) it(s..lovingly..you ............................) it(..is...poetry..