Most Dearest and Angelical Claudia,
Oh, fair lady, what must I do to get your attention? I fear that my letters of conversation are not meeting your gaze. It the jailer halting all condolences by mail? Is it the Warden, that despicable man.
Forgive my disdain but both of these foul beings have kept me from you for so long. Your big day of lady decision is coming upon you. I would like to know that you have at least thought about these correspondences.
If it is not to hard and strenuous on you, my fair and beautiful lady, could you give me a sign that your have received this letter? Place a white sheet in your windowsill. This will be enough for me to know. You are the most kind, fair, and beautiful lady in the land. May our paths cross more fluidly and your detention lifted quickly.
Most Fair and beautiful,
Solemn Courtesy
Friday, July 24, 2015
Thursday, July 23, 2015
July Twenty Third of Twenty Fifteen
Most Dearest and Angelical Claudia,
I was walking down the shallow banks of the river Ridged yesterday. All I could think about was the coffee and the pastries we shared together, albeit not in the same presence. It was great none the less. I hope you found it enjoyable, i forgot to ask you in the last letters I sent.
I also reflected on our chance encounter twice a night ago just after I had finished writing my letter. You probably didn't notice me for noticing me would be like noticing a fly on a wall. But I could never not notice your elegant white and red dress. Its flowy dynamics that defy my very eyes. The dress looks like an extension of your life force and what I would have done to whisk you away in it. If it wasn't for your jailer I might have, but alas it was not meant to be so. Remember to keep these letters a secret, for secrets in life make the world worth living.
Most Fair and beautiful,
Solemn Courtesy
I was walking down the shallow banks of the river Ridged yesterday. All I could think about was the coffee and the pastries we shared together, albeit not in the same presence. It was great none the less. I hope you found it enjoyable, i forgot to ask you in the last letters I sent.
I also reflected on our chance encounter twice a night ago just after I had finished writing my letter. You probably didn't notice me for noticing me would be like noticing a fly on a wall. But I could never not notice your elegant white and red dress. Its flowy dynamics that defy my very eyes. The dress looks like an extension of your life force and what I would have done to whisk you away in it. If it wasn't for your jailer I might have, but alas it was not meant to be so. Remember to keep these letters a secret, for secrets in life make the world worth living.
Most Fair and beautiful,
Solemn Courtesy
Wednesday, July 22, 2015
July Twenty Second of Twenty Fifteen
Most Dearest and Angelical Claudia,
Oh, I grieve for the losses I have acquired. Through time and space I have always been ashamed. There is the first time I feel free to be, to see, to feel. Yet, they were acquired in manners not fit to be explain to such a pure lady as such.
I do not know why I must share this with you, for you will not see how I have seen. But never the less after watching a flock of sparrows I can only think about the past. How I met you in a summer's breeze, the red liquid of life running down my face, the time I got a whiff of your jasmine perfume for the first time, as I was being whisked away by your jailer. What wonderful and marvelous times.
I grieve that I am not able to cherish them more. That they are only threads in the yearn ball that is my despicable and measly life.
I know your life is far more extravagant in your beautiful castle. I just wish I could spend some time, but alas your jailer forbids it. If you ever need me just peer out your golden arches and I will be there.
Most Fair and beautiful,
Solemn Courtesy
Oh, I grieve for the losses I have acquired. Through time and space I have always been ashamed. There is the first time I feel free to be, to see, to feel. Yet, they were acquired in manners not fit to be explain to such a pure lady as such.
I do not know why I must share this with you, for you will not see how I have seen. But never the less after watching a flock of sparrows I can only think about the past. How I met you in a summer's breeze, the red liquid of life running down my face, the time I got a whiff of your jasmine perfume for the first time, as I was being whisked away by your jailer. What wonderful and marvelous times.
I grieve that I am not able to cherish them more. That they are only threads in the yearn ball that is my despicable and measly life.
I know your life is far more extravagant in your beautiful castle. I just wish I could spend some time, but alas your jailer forbids it. If you ever need me just peer out your golden arches and I will be there.
Most Fair and beautiful,
Solemn Courtesy
Tuesday, July 21, 2015
July Twenty First of Twenty Fifteen
Most Dearest and Angelical Claudia,
All I do is sit on the bench adjacent to the cafe swooning over how marvelous it is that you fancy such delicate tastes. I would never have conceived that this liquid as black as tar could taste so marvelous. And these pastries filled with cream, how scrumptious!
Oh fair lady, you bring light into this dark hearten fool. With your succulent tastes for nourishment and your marvelous bounty of knowledge in fashion; you make me keel over with aw. No worldly source has missed your gaze.
In no way does this message mean I want to abash your style of day. Instead I ask that you continue your style such that I may observe it. You bring light into my life by just living... living it the only way you know.
Most Fair and beautiful,
Solemn Courtesy
All I do is sit on the bench adjacent to the cafe swooning over how marvelous it is that you fancy such delicate tastes. I would never have conceived that this liquid as black as tar could taste so marvelous. And these pastries filled with cream, how scrumptious!
Oh fair lady, you bring light into this dark hearten fool. With your succulent tastes for nourishment and your marvelous bounty of knowledge in fashion; you make me keel over with aw. No worldly source has missed your gaze.
In no way does this message mean I want to abash your style of day. Instead I ask that you continue your style such that I may observe it. You bring light into my life by just living... living it the only way you know.
Most Fair and beautiful,
Solemn Courtesy
Monday, July 20, 2015
July Twentieth of Twenty Fifteen
Most Dearest and Angelical Claudia,
You have stolen my heart as a man of a
mission, whose sole purpose is to compose his self in a manner of which one can
stand tall and firm for the scrutiny of ones jailer. I unequivocally yearn for
the day in which I can stand astray from the path in which I may be noticed,
but it seems as though I have failed in this endeavor. I ask that you not
forget me, for I will stand tall above all else and write to you with vigor so
that you may never feel alone.... alone in the cell manned by your jailer.
I ask that you read this letters in which
I have composed not for the purpose of persuasion but rather for the enjoyment
of company. Do not feel as though I must impose, for imposition is not in
proper manner. Instead I urge you to keep this a secret from your jailer for
having a secret makes life more scrumptious.
My dearest Claudia, I so hope you obtained
this transcription of my woes and my wanes. Do not fret in the eyes of disdain
and melancholy ordinances for such a proper lady as you stand taller than all men
before you. Until next we conspire:
Most Fair and beautiful,
solemn courtesy
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