My dearest heart,  Why must you constantly trouble me?  Father claims the side of his choosing bears too many strange men, but it shall become more defined as I move onwards towards queenship. Mother urges me that when I do select under the category of societal assumption, that I tell her. I tell her how he makes you sing a fresh, new tune. But my dear heart, I pray thee listen gently! And promise you shan’t reveal it to my parents, swear it!  But you must surely know it, by God’s beating chest, you just feel it! - Isn’t she absolutely lovely? Doesn’t she just make you sing the most cheeriest of ballads? You feel the vibrations of your walls when she simply utters my name. Heart, I beg you, keepest me sane! I ask thee, please, suspend you plead for her and I to be…something. My father is the king and he won’t take much liking to my “lustful” thinking.  Although her hair is like warm clouds that rain chocolate and her lips glisten like the dew over her sharp words as blades of grass. She may prompt weakness in my belly and utter burning in my cheeks. she may take residence in my mind, always a companion to my thoughts, but pray thee, my dearest heart, evict thee. I must give my father his king.  Sincerely, A desperate lover