Letter to My Beloved, Day 119

For Express Delivery To
Milya Sallambier
West Edge, City of Point of Origin

From Wally Tupper
Inn at the City of Stone Keep


Oh dearest Milya,

My urge to write to you has become an undenyable priority, to bestow upon your delicate eyes a poem like one red rose upon the stillness of a pond; to fill the page with column after column after column of lovely prose in the name of your honor, your beauty, your grace. To merely sit with you and read a book as the hours and days shift to the next. I shall Begin:

Sassy are your barbed wiles,
Razor-witted be your jabs
Enjoyable your dimpled smiles,
And expansive are your labs.

Come forth to me, oh favored love,
Emnbrace my hand, and glove in glove;

We shall explore the greater world
exquisite in its grace,
Lazy in celestial twirl
Encircling its face
And so we shall forever rove.

When uncertainty doth require
Inquest into our honor brave
Emnpowered then our righteous ire
Enlightenment shall save.

Irrespective of our origins
Inspection of our love shall prove
Inner peace from our religions
Immaterial to our starting groove.
Indistinct from the stars.

Unjarred by distance or time,
We desire such exquisite destiny,
Undeterred by rust or grime,
Broad across infinity.

Excelling in our loyal love
we zestfully link our hearts!
On midnight's full eclipse
we faithfully vow to never part
wed gently by the lips.
Exquisitely we shall move.

Alas, my hand grows numb with the effort. I will write again as soon as I can. Give a small scrapmeat to your miniature terrier Allie for me.

Forever and always yours,
Wally

[There is a small stain in the corner. It appears to be vomit.]


[For those of you not keen on playing the Home Game, the message reads "take no trade from stone keep danger"]