Dearest bae,
Oh, how my heart doth pump the blood that glows red for you! For when your shadowed silhouette appears by your second-floor window at night, I know it is not only the rash from the bushes in which my cheeks blush from the shade of your lips, but a love as deep as my stomach.
If you were an equation, I would adore math more than my food, and work tirelessly not to dishonor that equation. I would take it home and bundle it up in mittens (my good mittens). Oh, but soft! Hear my words, bae. Hear them as they sail on Cupid's arrow around the world in search of thee.
May my words land upon your back. May it bring the wonders of the galaxy to us both, that we may travel it together as Frankenstein might travel with his bride. May our noses someday touch so that the sparks may ignite the fire that will warm the hearts of frozen giants; giants that are TINY compared to my love for you, bae.
The yearning in my blue and freakish veins will expand across the rainbow bridge to Asgard all for you, and thou's money-filled hair. I keep a wig to match your hair. I hope you know that.
Climb my tower, bae. Climb it and find me or else I shall push you from it into the fiery depths below me. In my tower we could play club penguin together, and my penguin could be the apple of your penguin's eye.
-Much love, Mary Poppins.
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Love Letters
HumorLizzy and Emma would like to give credit to Shelby, their dear friend, for writing the first fake love letter that initially started this whole thing. Because of that first letter we now have Mary Poppins and a whole lot of fun.
