Dear Iris Jones,
I have a small confession. Forgive this pouring of my heart.
I cherish New York, where we first met. The moment I clapped eyes on you, I knew you were going to be a rough love. Recently, I have began to regard you as much more than just a rough love.
My feelings for you intensified when I saw you laughing in the moonlight. I was further wowed by your tremendous chatting skills.
You have lips like fiery turnips and the most delightful eyes I've ever seen. When I look at you, I just want to kiss those fiery turnip lips and admire those delightful eyes.
You're so special with your entertaining ways. The way you handle your lifeless ex shows great sympathy and sensitivity.
I know that to you I'm just an useful Playboy but I think we could be happy together, eating like two wild foxes.
Please, say you'll be mine Iris Jones!
All my love
OJ Marks
