Like a mystery waiting to be unveiled, so is your name to me O fairest lady.
Only time will whisper its riddle in this frangible heart of mine.
..Time.
Why do I fear it...? It is puzzling to me. Perhaps it is far more than just fear, but a mixture with an ounce of eager anticipation. Nevertheless, I move forward. Onward.
Only you can allow someone to tread ground on that hidden and narrow passage that lays deep within your heart. What a privilege it would be for me to watch intently, with every careful step, the layers of your heart unfold!
You are to me like a hidden book written in a language only you know--foreign and unbeknownst to me, but a bitter sweet melody you have sung all throughout your life, to which, with your permission, I would love to join in two-part harmony. I can only hope to translate it word by word in order to uncover the shrouded paradigms of a beautiful protagonist such as you.
May you tutor my mind of the discourse that is written of you?
Wife, forgive me of the hopelessness in romance I have with my words.
Cheesy and, perhaps, unbecoming...a resounding yes...however, true nonetheless.
Please find it...cute. yes. Cute.
That is all I ask for right now.
Yours truly,
J.S.Yoo
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