Posted by Glencora Falconer on December 18, 1998 at 06:32:00:
In Reply to: Your Valiant Steed posted by DaDDY on December 18, 1998 at 05:42:57:
Mon Amore,
Please forgive if the sweet hyperbole of a heart that leans so gently in your direction was of a confused nature.
I rest here, today and on the 'morrow, then I depart. For the approaching festival of the Christians' Lord doth draw near.
I shall, most assuredly, prepare myself for the depth and skill of your golden pen. Whose genius in matters both ethereal, and of a more earthbound nature, I have absolutely no doubt. For the truth of it abounds, and of a most beautious nature.
Across the wide contintent and the o'erwhelming sea I yearn for your....... milk and honied, the sugared words that are like marzipan, no the finest of fruits served with choicest of wines. Nector and ambrosia, from Spain or France could not equal the joy and pleasure I have received from that golden pen, thus far.
Let no impediament, but space and time separate us, for soul to soul it is no barrier.......
I would, like Prospero, weave about us a fancy that would take us from this place, but alas and alack I am but a poor mortal female, simple and true.
Mi Corazon, my heart beats in time with yours,
'Cora Falconer
: Cheri,
: Your valiant steed has taken me by surprise, what took you from me I had surmised, were matters so deep and of the heart.
: It was indeed, cruel of I to depart ....
: Of missive sweet and sugared words, brace yourself well with tasselled silk of golden sheen, secure soft pillows and rest your soul, and bless the morning for here tis fine, but perhaps it is just my mind ....
: Ease yourself my gentle one, prepare with depth and honesty your thoughts, but most of all be ready for my golden pen.
: Take with great care the silver chalice and pour my word1s, with your deft hands, prepare your taste buds to receive exhaustion of another kind.
: Adieu, Adieu