I write for you today the words I could not say. I have developed a fondness for you. Yet the word fond may be too little to describe the way I feel for you and the word Love I fear may scare you. You have consumed every part of me leaving me with nothing to do but think about you. As for the early address, I fear I did wrong and would like to confess my love for you. I beseech you to stay as I wish not to scare you away though you may never know what it is I feel for you for you are naive that my every poem is always about you.
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I may have been too high on Mr Darcy when I wrote this.
