Dear Juliet,

Oh, how I've longed to express my love to you. Shadowed by the sunset's dying light, I lift a lover's pen to fill my love with crimson ink, but the words to express the depth and breadth of my love are not in sight. I'm assaulted by pangs of the heart and soul, pining deeply for you. I want only to push back those embattlements that shelter the words and tell you how much I love you. With midnight upon me, I try to reach into my soul, but still nothing comes from my weary pen to express how much I care about you. I could gaze longingly into your amazingly dazzling eyes. I could dance with you on clouds of silvery white. But still the words rush not to my pen, not a romantic word in sight. Your love is so wonderful and rare; it's bold, with a mischievous grin: it's as humble as a lady's maid, and as courageous as a knight. If only I could find the words to make your day bright. The power of your kiss can drop me to my knees. We're a portrait of love's perfection for all feasting eyes to see. Still I'm unable to express my love for you, but I'll wait with anguished heart, in hopes that I've given you a clue. Please let me know if you might just love me too?

Yours and only yours,