Dear Ada,
Because God is with us, we do not need to come from behind to know that this will last.
I write this day to declare and make my intentions known to you:
but before that, allow me worship, my goddess,
Allow me burn a few incense and fill your shrine with the fragrance of my love.
Of a scale from one to infinity, your beauty is beyond measure.
I am your beauty's fool, you make this fool full of himself every time I steal a gaze at your face.
Your intelligence teases me, it pushes me to the wall,
messes with my brain and strips me out of my senses.
When you speak, your words sends my bones to the North-pole.
Your smile freezes my heart, brings my world to a stand;
Steals the breath of my lungs.
Do you know why?
Because it's breath-taking.
The smile of your lips from each cheek is one to behold even your eyes gets shy on seeing that beautiful curve,
it's quite accommodating.
See, let's take-away every differences, and anything that tries to divide us
will be plus to the love we share as they multiply to infinity.

Dear Ada,
Even in my sleep,
You never slip out of my mind.
Like the flow of a river, I wouldn't want the reverse of every time we share.
Of all the girls that cross my path,
if put beside a metre rule,
non can measure up to you.
You're so unique just like a measure to its S.I unit.
Oh my goodness!
You're a goddess,
you're a goddess,
you're a goddess!
What else can I ask for?
Forty-nine sitting, ninty-nine standing yet! you're the only one for me.
My intentions are of a good and sincere heart.
I promise to love you when the days are dark and gloomy
And the night seems like it's never going to give way for dawn.
I promise to be the ear that listens not just to your voice when it mutters in fear and screams for joy;
but also this ear will pay keen attention to your heartbeat
and be there for you when it skips a beat.
I know I can't be everything,
but I want to be the reason for most of your smiles,
I want to be the shoulder comfortable enough for you to lean on when the going gets tough,
I want to be the only finger that bursts your bubbles.
Even though I do not have any cape,
I want to be your superhero.
Teach me how to love you,
I want to master your love language
I want to take you to that place you've never been,
I want to take you on a walk down the isle when the time is right;
and if this kingdom tarries,
I will still love you till thy kingdom come.

I am a bloody civilian,
so I won't be shouting my shot at you,
rather,
I have penned my words in writing
Because words are best spoken when written.