Wherefore shalt I falleth f'r thee?Thou art a disgraceful creature up to nay valorous. How can I falleth in loveth with thee?
Alloweth timeth passeth and we shalt sheeth.
Timeth shalt passeth and thine heart wouldst still nev'r did beat f'r thee. F'r thou art foul and filthy.
Mine own loveth, I shall waiteth until the timeth hast hath passed f'r thee to finally seeth what I am truly worth.
Two Years After
Yond brat of a beast hasn't shown himself in almost two longeth years. I am fain yond that gent learn'd his lesson.
But wherefore doth I feeleth exsufflicate? Liketh thy heart beats nay longeth'r f'r life?
Liketh mine own heart wouldst only did beat f'r someone else?
The only thing we didst togeth'r wast bick'r and argueth ov'r hilding things. All that gent wast to me wast a measly peasant of a creature.
But I doth misseth the timeth we satteth in pure silence in mine own garden. Nay sounds wouldst cometh 'r wend, just pure, peaceful silence.
Or haply yond timeth at which hour that gent did play the fiddle and ev'ryone 'round that gent did dance. I wouldst misprise to admiteth but I wast once one of the danc'rs dancing to his music.
What is this feeling 'i mine heart? I never like it yet at the like time I log for't.
