I can well imagine the headlines: old-age pensioner male writes best-selling romantic novel! Probably would get into the Guinness Book of Records!
Incidentally, to my knowledge, everyone to whom I write to socially keeps my letters. My late wife of 47 years of togetherness kept all my letters in a small bedside drawer but just before her passing she destroyed them; I wonder why?
My wife of today (we've been together for 6.5 years and married 3 years ago) has had a very traumatic life from birth, that was, until we met. She often put her feelings into verse and currently I am assisting her to compile an MSS. Here is an extract of 2 verses from one of her poems written just prior to our meeting, one balmy, starry-filled night, at Stirling on 28 August 1999 :
"Had I someone I could love,
who would love me in return.
Someone who could take me
from the depth of the ocean
to as high as the clouds
to make my passion burn.
"Someone who could overlook
the scars of yesteryear
and gaze at my beauty from within
to behold me, in all my aged glory.
Someone, who would see me, at last..."!
As she is hopeful that her verse might be published it would be judicious, meantime, not to reveal more, but, I suspect those same sentiments of hers describes the feelings and desires of many on this thread.