Letter from a Bard

              Once upon a time, there was once a very foolish and handsome bard. He travelled the lands, witnessing epic battles and wooing every lovely lady he came in contact with. This is the very man I get my name from, the honorable Julian Alfred Pankratz Viscount de Lettenhove. Though he may be long gone, I still remain to carry on his legacy.

            You, fair Ashokan, are lucky enough to be paired with me this Valentine’s Day. You see, no man (or Tokota!) could have such looks, strength, wit, or grace! You surely understand what an honor it is to be paired with me, so I will spare you the lengthy explanation of it (though I will happily indulge you if you would so desire!).

            But today, oh today!, we celebrate not me, but you. For it is your beauty that has won you my honor. Never has a lady stood before me with such captivating eyes! Though they shine, they also keep a degree of mystery, which draws me ever in to your grasp! Oh darling, the stars do not hold a degree of grace as your eyes!

            I’m sure that you have no clue just how incredible it is to look upon you! My eyes dance over your fur, never coming to rest on one spot for long! The shades of your snow tangle with each other to create a dance more enchanting than any spell from a witch! Praise be to your long, luscious locks that frame your lovely face! Praise be the creator who made you!

            Even now, I find I am unworthy of your presence. You, who stumbled into my grace! The beauty who befell the bard! She who has taken the words from a man so accustomed to them! Lady, who has stolen the most valuable tool from this man! I am your captive, my lady!

            Come, let us walk along the shores of the crystal lake! Let us talk of sweet nothings, dancing between the lines of stranger and lover. Oh, she who would otherwise have nothing to do with me! Show me your grace, your favor, and your charm! How I wish to know each and every one of your secrets. Show me your ways, Lady of Chrome!

            For now, I must bite my tongue. I fear that if I say too much, it will only push you away. Not for fear of me, but for fear of my obsession! It is cruel to call love such a word, don’t you think, my dear? That a powerful and natural force can be called something so ugly is only a sin! You wouldn’t do something so cruel to me, would you, my lady?

            Let us simply go off, and see where it will take us. Forced love is no love at all. We must simply cast our doubts aside, and see where this season will take us! Cupid looks down upon this pairing with eyes wide open! We must show him that we are not to be taken lightly. Though I feel no good can come from a forced meeting, I believe that if we walk into this day with open hearts, anything can happen.

            Will you join me?