Sweetheart Harvester
SearchnameLove and something like it
How loovly, she! Zat robe as dark as midnight with joost zee smallest splash of dark matter encircling `er cerulean eyes, AH! How madly I fell for `er! I wanted `er, deeply, a burning desire zat would not allow me to sleep, to think, to breathe were she nearby. I wrote poetry, such poetry zee world has never seen before, nor shall see again. Lines and verses of `er stunning beauty, `er cultured grace, `er ability to disintegrate any opponent on sight.
Siiiiggggghhhh
She is my soul- but does she know I exist? NON! She does not! Amore, my faithful Amore, take to `er, zis letter `ere with my soul drenched upon it in ink. Take too, zis box of chocolates for faint carrots never won fair princess. And take zis flower, zis simple rose, zee eternal symbol of consuming love, zat she might know I love her. I shall wait `ere.
But what is zis? Why do you return so soon my dearest friend? Has she refused to see you? Has she refused my words of love, my tokens of affection? I am undone! I shall not be able to continue in zis cruel, cruel life. Farewell to it zen! Farewell blue sky and ocean breeze! Farewell summer rain and fragrant flower! Farewell passion, love, all zat is worthwhile! No more shall I walk through zee sunny meadows of my heart`s content, I am fini.
No, dear Amore, do not try to comfort me, who is comfortless, just pass me zee...hmmmm.
What is zis strolling up zee avenue? Zat tail so long, so full, zat fur so gloriously silken in zee dappled sunlight. How loovly, she!
All done did by Searchname. Got no one else to blame.
