fluff
wherefore has't i only seen thee anon?
thy beauty is too impossible
to beest did ignore.
this is the first time
i has't seen such a lovely smileth,
the first time in years!
nay, ev'r since i wast born!
bid me, doth thee has't a lover?
if 't be true not,
allow me to pursue thee.
if 't be true aye,
allow me to pursue thee.
i am my most humble apology
if 't be true
i sound malapert,
but thee hath caught mine own eye!
prithee respond to this letter
if 't be true thee has't seen t.
has't thee not seen mine own letter yet?
t is fine!
i shall continueth to sendeth letters
to showeth how much i adore thee.
how wast thy day,
mine own love?
i am my most humble apology,
didst i sound malapert again?
alloweth me sayeth t again,
how wast thy day, jointress?
haha!
but if 't be true i
wast to beest serious
even but now,
mine own day wast quite quaint
only because i did see
thee the present day.
thy smileth nearly hath killed me too.
ladybird,
has't thee still not seen mine own letters?
t hast been two weeks.
but worry not,
i shall continueth to pursue thee.
i desire thou
art acknown of how lovely
thou art anon.
doth not fret too much
and taketh care of thy own.
until i writeth thee another letter,
i desire thee shall readeth mine own letters ere.
how art thee?
the weather is splendid the present day.
i wish yond days like this one
would beest hath spent walking 'round the forest
with thee.
but thee has't not seen mine own letters yet,
so mine own wish
cannot beest did fulfil.
the travelling lamp
is shining beautifully
but mine own heart is hurting.
doth thee not like me?
how art thee?
t seemeth the travelling lamp at each moment
shines brighter at which hour
thou art 'round.
worry not!
because i am the travelling lamp
yond gets happier at which hour
thee art near me.
coequal though thee doth not notice me,
i desire yond these letters
imbedd'd with mine own feelings
shalt reacheth thee.
mine own mistress,
i desire thou art well enow.
i am traveling towards south,
this means i cannot see thee
until i cometh back hither in musutafu.
mine own letters might eke taketh days to arrive thither,
but t is fine,
t is not like thee has't readeth
mine own letters.
ladybird,
i desire mine own feelings shall reacheth thee.
how art thee?
i desire thou art doing well.
i feeleth depress'd
because i has't not seen coequal
a strand of thy locks since yesterday.
i am not an impatient sir,
but being hence from thee
maketh me wanteth to runneth
and see thee,
coequal though thee
doth not knoweth who is't i am.
ladybird,
i desire thee
has't readeth the letters i hath sent thee.
mine own ladybird!
i has't finally hath returned from south,
but i still has't not hath taken
a reply from thee.
how art thee these past few days?
i still feeleth depress'd,
but this dry sorrow shall wend hence
once i see thee.
i wanteth to see thee smileth again.
i finally did see thee again,
ladybird!
i miss seeing thee smileth.
thee behold quite quaint
as at each moment.
art thee acknown
of the effect thee has't on me?
thee can killeth me
with thy smileth high-lone!
thee has't yond influence on me!
until anon,
i has't not hath taken any letter from thee.
i beginneth to wonder if 't be true
i hath sent t to the right address.
but according to a cousin of a cousin,
yond this address is true!
i wish they didst not forswear to me.
mine own ladybird,
i didst mention
yond i am not an impatient sir,
but wherefore is't yond thee
has't not hath sent me letters?
doth thee not notice t? 'r doth thee not like me?
mine own love,
i plead yond thee
sendeth me back a letter.
i feeleth anxious
yond thee has't not hath sent me one
mine own mistress,
how art thee?
our state finally did enter the winter season.
i wish
to see the first snowfall with thee.
but sadly,
mine own wish
shalt only remain in the depths of mine own mind
as thee has't nev'r readeth mine own letters.
but worry not,
mine own mistress.
i am only thy mere suitor,
thou art to decideth
what to doth with me
and mine own feelings.
mine own quite quaint mistress!
has't thee seen the lovely white snow?
i wish to see thee
smiling happily as thee dance 'round with t!
i am sure thee
shall behold moo quite quaint!
i wonder wherefore
i hadst not bethought of this ere,
how no more brain than stone of me!
doth thee like
the bouquet of flowers yond i hath sent
with this letter?
i doubt thee would not notice
the letters anymore!
i hath heard these flowers
art thy highest in estimation,
and i carefully
hath chosen these flowers
to maketh certain yond the freshness
shall match thy beauty!
t is quaint, is't not?
neito what the fuck?
youre the cheesiest man i've
met but youre also the
only man i've dated.
are these just translated?
pretty sure theyre not accurate.
why are you sending me
letters when you can
literally just text me you weirdo?
you should've told me
you were giving me letters,
i never checked the mailbox
since the last time i received
a mail was when i
got accepted in ua.
and yes, these flowers
are my favorite.
it was the one you first
gave me when you
were courting me before.
and stop acting like
youre not my boyfriend. weirdo.
finally!
thee hath sent me a letter!
but sadly,
i doth not understandeth
thy choice of words.
but i doth knoweth this:
i am thy lov'r
and shall still beest yours.
i love thee, still and at each moment