Valentione's Day Love Letter Contest Entry Thread

My beloved Yolaine,
Yesterday when I went up to your cart and you were so shy selling undergarments to a me, your smile captivated me. Your laughter invoked me into bliss. Menphina shined on us! Your beautiful eyes hinted of excitement when I asked to see you outside of work. My heart yearns for that moment. My love, my angel, the reason for this letter is to let you know, I am to fight Ifrit this evening with my brothers from the Order of the Twin Adder. If I do not return, promise me no pools of tears from those eyes. Love's profoundness isn't measured until it's gone. My soul will forever be en-wrapped with your heart as one. Always, Blix Densetsu

Dear Ifrit,

100%
we begin our dance of love with only 30 minutes to spare
throwing all my buffs up keeping my heart prepared
our hearts in tangled in battle without a care
oops i accidently broke your horn it was an accident i swear

75%
just to show my love is no ruse
i will run threw flaming cracks
and bursting plumes just to show you
i will wait for you to jump back in my arms after you begin to dash
threw swipes and flaming breaths my love will still last

50%
still locked in battle this is the point of no return
when your love shines brightest and your skin begins to burn
your obstacles of love triples as i get closer to making you mine
all i ask is that you dash for me so i can heal up one last time

25%
your gift to me the three keys to your heart
but i only need one to survive the next part
with a roar and a jump, you ball up in the sky
your explosion of love is so strong i almost just died

25%-0%
thanks for the love from this point on till death do us part
the most important struggle in this battle is about to start
as my weapon skill of love hits you one last time
you disapear into thin air, only leaving a chest behind
i open it to find out if cupid really hit his mark
....dark matter again <.< why do you keep playing with my heart

Love
Karma Knite

Dear: Secret Ad'mirer

What is love? small, black and red, don't forget the spots. Every time you move it makes my heart melt because no other monster can look so charming. When I stand in front of you, you really don't run, crawl or fly away. So delicate, just like my feelings for you. When I see you chew the grass, I don't think your knotting the grass. I believe your knotting my heart when you chew that grass. When I attempt to hurt you, it makes me cry in the inside because you wont hurt me back. You have followed me from Final Fantasy 11, Love at first sight, my eyes weren't on the Colibri's. I didn't pay attention to the Colibri's, I sat down and I just stare at you. When I first started playing Final Fantasy 14, I searched for my prize. There you were just chewing the grass in Treespeak and I spent an hour just following you. I seem bonkers admiring you every time you step. When I had to farm Flax Flowers for weaver many people told me to hurt you. I just couldn't, its taking a little soul from me. I dream about riding a remarkable creature, the agility, the dexterity and frame. I only dream about you. I love you always ladybugs.

Sincerely:
Sho Kanti
Bodhum

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You sit alone, the sea to your back and bottles in front of you. Could it be that you are drinking your sorrows away? Nay, you're much too irritated for that to be the case. Perhaps a bout gone awry? A treasure stolen? A ship sunk? Whatever the problem, you aim to drink to its resolve.

An ale toting wench I am not, but I would be happy to bring you a wench any day my beloved Pissed Pirate.

Dear F'lhaminn,

Roses are red,
Mythril is blue,
Moogles are fluffy,
(Good King Moggle Mog XII hits you for 2499 damage)
...I'm too bruised to continue :(

--Antanias

To my dearest Petyr Winsome,

Your words in the Herald Harbor astound and amaze.
My attempts at wit pale in comparison with your phrase.
Your Words that set My heart aflutter,
so much that I am prone to stutter.
Great stories unfold when your quill meets with paper.
While I admit my love, my face burns like an Infernal Taper.
I pray that today you will not leave me alone.
Will you be my sweet Valentione?

Blissfully yours,
Hoshiko Hanelor

Dear Buburoon

So... I hear you qiqirn will do ANYTHING for a dodo egg. Is this true? I have a whole crate of them back at my place

With love

Dobenn Shezad

To Lady Minfilia,

I thank you for allowing me to join the Path of the Twelve and teaching me your knowledge of this mysterious ability referred to as "the Echo". It's been a while since I first arrived on Eorzea, and it has been quite an adventure. I've gone from assisting Battlewardens at Camp Bloodshore to facing against primals such as Ifrit.

Through my service to your organization, I have come to respect you as both a leader, and as a person. You've proven to have not only a headstrong personality, but also wise in your decisions. Thanks to your leadership, you're able to preserve our morale and keep us motivated for future challenges.

The formation of the Grand Companies to combat the Garlean Empire and the fear about the Seventh Umbral Age has all the city-states on edge. I chose to join the Maelstrom in order to help protect Eorzea, and have already risen the ranks to Storm Sergeant Third Class. I plan to face the Garlean threat head-on to prevent another Ala Mhigo tragedy. But most importantly, I will protect you and your organization.

I haven't been able to serve under your name recently, nor have I been able to visit during this Valentione's Day, but I look forward to returning after this current chaos is dealt with. Stay safe, and tell my Path Companion I'll be back, in which the Path of the Twelve will prosper after our victory.

I promise I won't disappoint.

Sincerely,
Jacien V.

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(OoC: I hope my LS doesn't see this and make fun of me for RPing. XD)

Oh my dearest Momodi,

Please hear my words to you. For they are but faint echos of the true feelings I have for you. Please recieve my poem in kindness and be not too harsh and turn me away this day as I beg for your kindness. You were there when I first came to the great city of the desert flames and it was there that a new emotion was kindled within my heart...


To my love, my heart does dwell in gladness for you.
To my love, my heart does dwell in places of solitude waiting for you.

Where am I often times wonder,
lost in a sea of turbulent emotions.
To see what I do I sometimes wonder,
lost in a life filled in chaos.

To my love, my heart does dwell in the sea of passion for you.
To my love, my heart does dwell in the lost realms of love for you.

A totem springs forth before me
leading me to your heart.
Time turns the day to night and night to day,
time after time I wish to be with you.

To my love, my heart does dwell in gladness for you.
To my love, my heart does dwell in places of solitude waiting for you.

Finding my life filled with love for you,
to turn stark heartfilled for you.
I find my soul my other half spoken with you.
With you I am complete, whole, and boundless.

To my love, my heart does dwell in the sea of passion for you.
To my love, my heart does dwell in the lost realms of love for you.

With you I am no-longer lost
to the tides of lonely despair.
For you, my life is lived with purpose.
Without you, my life would not be.

To my love, my heart goes to you forever.
To my love, my dreams of you endeavor.
To my love, I want to be with you forever.
To my love, to my love my love I will always go.


From your admirer,

Dusk.

Raubahn, Raubahn, my dearest Raubahn,

I cannot sleep, I cannot eat, I pray to the Scholar and to the Lover for guidance, but the gods are seldom known to listen to the tears of forlorn mortals. I fear I can’t go on unless I can truly profess my arcane desire to be forever in your embrace. My heart burns for you, an immortal flame which shines brighter than Pharos Polaris itself. My only hope is that I won’t lose what I already have by choosing this treacherous course through waters unknown.
I’ll never forget when you stole my heart; it seems like just yesterday when we met in the Promenade. I was there to pledge my axe to your cause, but when I first walked in, your golden physique and your heart melting smile took my breath away. The words you spoke to refute my doubts in the Flames were all for naught, it was all a blur; you had me at hello. Since that day I haven’t been able to rid my mind of you, I see your face wherever I go, knowing full well you are locked away in some solar plotting the next step towards the Garlean’s demise. I’ve travelled far and wide looking for a remedy to this void in my soul, a valiant deed to avow my eternal adulation, grand enough to be sung by the bards for generations to come. For without you, my life would mean nothing.

You are my dearest friend, my soul mate. I hope that one day we can grow old together, though not before cracking many an imperial skull along the way ofcourse. There, I’ve said it. What is done cannot be undone. Gods be good, I hope I haven’t gone too far..

With undying love,

Samwell Graystone

While others may be scared off by your somewhat masculine appearance, your words of warning to me were worth their weight in gil, as I was soon thereafter approached by a Duplicitous Trader and Disreputable Midlander and immediately ran to the Muscle-bound Deckhand for help. Sure he was small, but his name was apparently sufficient to scare away these untrustworthy denizens of the Ul'dahn markets. With your stylish matching coat and boots in my mind, I wandered the streets of Ul'dah aimlessly for hours, wondering whether Lady Lewena knows of her husband's infidelity whilst at sea - and whether I can somehow get you to leave him for me. But alas, with only a few gil to my name, I suspect I am no match for a Lord. So I shall continue to wander aimlessly, hoping that I will earn enough gil (and marry someone else) so that you can one day be my Gil-digging Mistress.

Oh Nhagi Amariyo - The Truth!

Love for you misplaced
Where my true desire lies
Water, barley, hops

My Dearest Wawalago,

Being the notoriously famous Netmaster of the fishing guild that you are, I am sure you receive many love letters from fools professing their love for you. Your signals can be a bit... confusing. But I know I hold a special place in your heart.

The day I first saw you as the mysterious mustachioed man, my heart skipped a beat. I was flushed with excitement when you wanted me to dance for you (I mean, for the fishes ^.~) But I turned into a blushing maiden drunk on your intentions when you asked me to slip into revealing smallclothes and perform all sorts of motions for the fishes while you watched from the shadows. Some may have been taken aback by your request, but I was honored and eager to make you happy. Your praise for a job well done made me the happiest girl in the guild.

And your approval for me was clear when you accepted my extension to provide for your epic fish sale, but when other pullers had sought to receive an extension, they were denied. You have feelings for me Wawalago, I know you do! Please look into your heart, look past your title of the “Lewdest of Leaders” and please say you'll be my Valentione.

Eagerly waiting your reply,
Neko Yanagi

Oh my love,

Why are you so cruel to me? I come to you; I only wish to seek your attention. I hand in these leves that you have requested just so I can be in your view, just to know you see me...

But…all you ever do is reject me, hurt me with your careless words. Why do I keep returning to you, letting you mistreatment me and say I have no business with you?

Your silver eyes haunt my dreams, but I can’t stop this cycle I have begun. All I can do is continue to come to you. Maybe you are so mean to me because you want to accept my love but are afraid? Maybe one day you will accepting, I will hear the words I have longed to hear, you will say you do have business with me… and that you wish to return my affections.

My Darling Claroise… even if you will not return my love, I will love you forever and ever!

Yours faithfully… even if I have to put up with your bad moods,

Kai <3

My dearest Isleen,

Upon this canvas I shall spill my soul's inner-most desires for you, and upon my chest I carve your name with the dagger of carnal desire, so the world may knoweth that only you lie within my heart.

Should a thousand angels tear out my heart with the forsaken instrument of death, it would still beat for you a million times and call your name in the night. I just cannot explain the passion inside which burns for you.

What human being would not appreciate your sparkling green eyes? They take the appearance of hypnotic jade stones glimmering in the sunlight. Or the way you tend so lovingly to your chocobos? I sometimes forsake my own steed just to stop by your stables for the chance to see you, as even just a fleeting glance of you melts my heart like a thousand suns.

I will love you forever and always,
Albador.

Dear Kan-E-Senna,

Ever since your release was announced,
My loyalty to Limsa I'd denounce.

Off to Gridania I went,
Learning of how by the gods you had been sent.

Upon meeting you I did see,
That you were the Grand Company leader for me.

Now I have sworn to protect you and Gridania forever,
But for you any task I would endeavor.

For you I shall do anything,
Even bested a king.

I will always be your man,
Forever, Oran. <3

To Qhota Nbolo

My spirit weak, it did once peek
Upon thy wild, exquisite form.
While lost in cup I heard thee speak,
And thus did my warped heart transform.
Before, love was a foreign cant,
Unknown and strange until that day.
But thee did for me beauty grant
An unsung word: “Mi’qote”.
You crossed your legs, and to thy grace
My lust wanted only to dart
and proclaim how thy lovely face
Of angels did alight my heart!
But words of love passed not my tongue
And to my feet I did not spring.
This broken drunk is far from one
To with thee laugh, and gaily sing.
So left I then, ne’er to return,
Ne’er to look back as lands I roam,
Your love a prize I’d never earn
From Amajina’s miner’s home.

Dear FFXIV,

I'm sorry things aren't the same anymore. I really am. I wish that things could be like they used to be. Remember when we used to run around Eorzea, the sunlight streaming in Alothia's hair? Remember when we would cast our spells at mobs, and laugh as they fell around us? Remember the long nights of RP and grinding out leves? Oh those leves...I thought I hated them at the time, but now, looking back, it wasn't so bad...

I miss how we used to be XIV. I miss our moonlight strolls through the sands of Thanalan. I miss looking out over the waves of LaNoseca. I miss hearing the sheep bleat in Coerthas. I once dreamt that we'd explore Ishgard together...and maybe we still will, some day.

I just think...that maybe we should go on a break. I mean, we can still be friends. I don't hate you...no, not by any means. You're just...different, I guess. I remember how we'd fight sometimes. The battles were always kinda short, but they were always intense. Sure, I just liked to push your buttons, but I think we both felt a sense of satisfaction when we were through. Even when I'd get caught up in your hellfire...I didn't mind. Because it was you and me, baby. And together, we could do anything.

Now, though...I feel like the passion is gone. When we fight...when we talk...it's not the same. It's as if you're empty inside. I sometimes have to just stand there and wait for something to happen. I mean, you've gotten some new clothes, and a new hairstyle (which is quite nice, by the way), but that doesn't change the feeling that something inside of you is just broken.

I know people said that you were no good for me, and I didn't listen. People saw your flaws, thought your UI was clunky, but I loved it....still love it. I love the places you took me to. I love the people you introduced me to...them most of all. We got along so well...well, at least for the most part. Some of our friends came and left, but that's life. Sometimes we fought, but we came out of it stronger as a group, I think. I don't want you to think that we've parted ways completely. Please don't think that.

I still love you.

I just want what we had back. And I'll still call you to hang out from time to time. I might watch you from a distance, but that doesn't mean that I'm not watching. And I'm not willing to give up on us yet. Other people, people I care about, they might have been ready to toss you to the ground already...but me...I can't quit you.

Just know this, I still have hope for us. If I didn't I wouldn't be here, writing you this letter right now. I would have walked away and never returned. But we've been through too much. You. Me. The Tower. We're family. And I can't give that up.

So please, just give me some space. Promise me that you're still there, somewhere, deep inside. Promise me that all is not lost. Because I really don't know what I'd do...

And don't think that I've left you for someone else. I think if you met him, you'd think he's okay. Besides, he's just a friend. We're not in a permanent relationship or anything...


I do still love you. Now and forever,

Alothia

My Dearest Emerald Moss Battlewarden,

As I write this, I'm ashamed to admit that I don't even know your name. I'm flawed, but I'm only Hyur after all. What I do know, though, is that my notebook for hand-to-hand lessons is covered with "»»-(¯`v´¯)-» E.S. + E.M.B.W. «-(¯`v´¯)-««" and "(｡♥‿♥｡) Mrs. Eidyia Battlewarden (｡♥‿♥｡)" doodles. And let me tell you, ASCII art is not easy to draw.

I can't say this was love at first sight. To be honest, at first you looked like any other person to me--a pixelated blur differentiated only by a barely legible name. It wasn't until I got my new glasses (I've heard in some exotic lands it's known as a "graphics card") that everything in my world opened up, and you went from a 1 to a 10 before my very eyes. I'm embarrassed to say that I impatiently spam through your dialogue to eagerly accept your mission orders, not because I don't care about what you have to say, but because I would be crushed if I ever missed the opportunity to run side by side with you to punch giant crabs in the face. Every time you help me affix that little piece of parchment next to my name, I hold my breath in hopes of a stolen glance or an accidental brush of our hands. Sometimes, I even linger around after a fight to cherish those last moments with you before you offer to transport me back to camp like the gentleman you are.

I don't want to make you late for your next ever-punctual appearance, so I'll end this by saying I'd love to continue this over a meal at the Carline Canopy sometime. I hope one day you disappear from your post only to reappear next to me in Gridania so we can profess our bond of pure love. After all, my /blowkiss is reserved only for you.

Eternally yours,
Eidyia Sunaru

P.S. – Please ignore any rumors you may hear about a Lalafell who claims me as his dear love. It was just to help him with an achievement, I promise.

I had an idea! It was too great to miss
and surely it would grant me a Valentineo kiss
Most would find it difficult but I am Eorzia's finest bard
And this plan would be painful, certainly, but not hard

It begins with me entering Ul'dah's premiere mining guild
in search of those twins with their statuesque build
and perching my Lalafellian self by the door;
I didn't need to wait long to find what I had come for

Seserukka and Popokkuli arrived with a fuss
As the two started to brawl, to swagger and cuss
So I moved from my spot and approached them with care-
I slung back my lute and I fussed with my hair
and I said to them quite plainly (when I could get a word said)
"Are you brave enough to go where mere mortals won't tread?"

The two froze in place and then they both looked at me
With a look that would cause a Gobbue to flee
Seserukka reached out and plonked twice on my head
(Or was it Popkkuli, I can never tell, it might've been him instead)

Stepping back and straightening the hair on my brow
I raised both my hands and said, "Gentlemen, now
Have I got a plan for you, and the plan's quite a kicker.
My heart beats for Momodi. I need to trick her."

I lowered my head then I looked in their eyes
"I could do it alone but I would need a disguise"
I knew flattery was the way to have them along
"You two are real brave, real smart, and real strong"

The two had to agree, as I had clearly hit the mark
But down a dangerous road I was about to embark
As then I laid out the plan for all around me to see
"She might resist one Lalafell, but certainly not three!"

The two rubbed their chins, and one tapped at his head
"I think there's a problem" the twin, after thinking, eventually said
"Surely she'll pick me, I mean ... look at me flex"
And then he ripped off his shirt to show me his pecs

What I said after that was the crux of my plan
"It was now or never," I thought, "Just do it man!"
"That won't be a problem, and I don't mean to offend...
But you two are just you, and I'm Boomer Wunderkind"

When I awoke from the beating the brothers had given
I had one broken leg, but at least I was livin'
So I hobbled on crutches over to Momodi's workplace
Thanking all of the Twelve they hadn't messed with my face

When she saw me she coo'd "Awww" and she rushed to my side
to comfort me with kisses she all too happily supplied
You see my plan all along was not to enlist aid
but the beating was the goal of that particular crusade

For in life this Lalafell has picked up quite a lot,
I can cast a mean spell and my singing's quite hot
But the one lesson this bard has learned from performing in bars:
"Bones mend, wounds heal, and chicks really dig scars"

Dear Rowena,

I am very happy to inform you that I have fallen in Love with you since the 12th of October 2011 (Wednesday). With reference to the meeting held between us on the 27th of July. at 9pm EST, I would like to present myself as a prospective lover. I've made collections of nuts and totems just to see you again.

I request you to kindly respond within 30 days of receiving this letter, failing which, this offer would be cancelled without further notice and I shall be considering someone else. I would be happy, if you could forward this letter to your sister, if you do not wish to take up this offer.

Thanking you in anticipation,

Yours sincerely,
Mr. Khish Tarnek

To Lady Minfilia,

Everyday I thank the twelve for finding The Path, for finding you. Were it not for you creating The Path, I would not have come into company of such good friends and fellow adventurers. Each day that you call upon me fills me with pride knowing that I can help the woman I treasure. With your grace and wisdom I fight for you and for the freedom from the empires grasp.

When you sent me to talk of a treaty with the beastmen I found out something important about myself. That I love you. When they had me imprisoned and faced before the great primal Ifrit, it occurred to me that I may die without ever telling you how I feel. I managed to fight my way out alive to write this letter to tell you that I love you Minfilia. Your smile every time I return, and frightened eyes when my gear is broken makes me think that you feel something too. I draw my bow and knock an arrow and fire at every enemy that stands in my way of coming back to see your smile.

I leave this letter for you to open after I have left to fight the Garlean Empire for I do not know if I shall return and could not bear the chance to hear you say no before I departed. I shall fight for you to my dying breath with love in my heart. If I do return from this battle, I can only hope that my feelings have reached out to you and we can begin our own path together. If the twelve believe my role has ended then may you find someone who has undying love for you as I have

Wish to be your partner on the path of love,
Shadow Mobius.

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Bango Zango do not fret
'bout orders filled on time.
The only package that you ought
to care about is mine.

I'll fill your order with my love,
or craft it while I knelt.
With hasty hand or tender touch,
I'll make your trousers felt.

It matters not whether the twelve
made you little or immense.
In 1.21 you'll come inside
my private residence.

Bango Zango cup my mangos
in your tiny hands.
Tales and songs of how you hango
spread throughout the lands.

The rare exchange of true love's kiss
'tween cat and Lalafel,
Only serve to emphasize
A match that's made in... heaven.

My dear Y'sholta,

You saved me.
I write you this, to express my feelings for you. Not only have you saved me many times in battle, but you have also saved me from a life of loneliness. I have never felt love until I gazed into your eyes. This feeling inside is unlike anything I have ever felt. It burns, with the intensity of Ifrit's Hellfire...without Sentinel. I feel as though we share a bond deeper than the oceans in which Leviathan dwells. It's as if we've known each other in another life. The first time I saw you, you saved me. Now I ask you to allow me to save you. If you give me the chance, I promise to always be there for you. I will protect you as you have protected me. All I ask of you is to give me one chance. One chance to prove to you that we belong. One chance to show you I can be the best man you have ever known. Y'sholta, please let me know if you feel the same. But even if you do not, please do not worry. I will still smile knowing that you are in my life.
Because you saved me.

Your adventuring admirer,
Jayoshi Mietitore

Dear Pukna Pako the Tailturner,

When my eye's lay upon you i know this time is just right,
I only provoke you to show you my might.

I love you cute little hat and the way you hold your dagger,
when I see you i want to just /stagger.

Alas we start to dance and wonder what else you have in store,
Then without knotice im petrified for 10 seconds or more.

Our love is unique and and one i can adore,
You siphon my love until there's just is no more.

Then we must say goodbye, farewell goodnight, I must finish my Quest,
I will cherish this Dark Matter you left for me in this chest.

XOXO

Dear Mohtfryd,

There is so much to say
I could go on all day

You drink like no other
And you are one selfish lover

But for hundred thousand gil
My love is your will

This girl loves her money
So come get me honey

Love,
Kanade Tachibana

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To the mightiest pirate captain on the seas,

There isn't a pirate that can compare,
No matter how much salty air,
Onboard the Astalicia,
I cannot help but stare.

For long I wondered, 'what's his name?'
Little did I know of all your fame.
The mighty Hyllfyr-feared far and wide
A Captain of many, filled with pride

The Bloody Executioners are everywhere;
Filling the docks with cries of despair,
Before long I had decided
I wanted to be invited!
Taking up my axe and and blabbering away,
I waited and waited, hoping for 'that' day.

Eventually came the time,
I was certain you'd be mine!
Lo and behold, I could do naught but stutter,
As your associates shouted, “Throw her in the gutter!”

I glanced up at you then,
Heart pounding, completely still,
I thought you'd leave when,
you said “Do as you will!”

The rest is a blurred recollection,
Something I'd really rather not mention,
Instead I remember the evening
When I sent them back, gasping and heaving!

That book that I had given to you,
What it contained, I hadn't a clue,
Was it something you desire?
Your glance caught my heart on fire!

Since then I lean on the railing,
I often think the plan is failing,
I gaze out to the sea,
and think I hear you talking to me.

It was never that you had cast me aside,
Nay, it is a pirate's laws I abide,
You had let me decide my own fate,
You are the only one I could never hate.

Your Admirer,
Sayuri Katayama

To my dearest Cid Garlond,

The time we have known each other is short, the time we have spent together even shorter, yet every waking moment I find you in my thoughts. Your stark white hair, blown back as if by some constant wind that hits only your immaculate face, your shiny blue goggles in which I wish to see my own reflection as I look at you look at me look at you, your biceps as large and voluminous as your intellect. You have invaded my mind dear sir, with your own; your genius for magitek and other words I don't understand makes this poor simple axewoman feel like a fool to simply think of you--and think of you I often do--let alone attempt to form words in your presence.
Surely a man of your impressive girth can find room within that large, manly chest to care for a simple adventurer like myself, who has only happened to defeat a good sum of the empire's men single-handed, prevented a full scale war between the Ixali and Amal'jaa, and saved your sorry hide from certain failure on an occasion or two.

Did I mention I've bested a fiery godlike Primal?

Please say you will be mine this Valentione's Day. For your health.

Loving ever dearly, with all of my heart and my axe,
~Mali Darksidhe

Lady Nenekko,

As I weave tunics and tapestries, I muse to myself; if I were to create the finest gown in all of Ul'dah it would pale to the unblemished and tender warmth of milady's skin.

As I tunnel through stones, I muse to myself; if I excavated the finest ruby in all of Thanalan its luster would be as a common pebble when compared to milady's eyes of deepest crimson.

As I explore the vast horizon I muse to myself; no manner of being I find will scarcely come close to the untainted beauty of milady.

I lament that your heart may already be set upon another, whether by mandate or by choice, yet I still hold dear those memories we have created together. I would escort you far from your woes a thousand times if you asked it of me once more. Never again do I look upon ruins of civilizations long past as the stuff of historians; I see them as a reminder of milady's poignant admiration to those who have come before.

I fear that for all you have altered in my life, I may have little to offer in return. I fear that, were I to have an offer, such affections may be turned away. So for milady I offer only a silent hope that you wear a smile upon your face as often as you find yourself able. Peace would surely come to any heart of low spirits when they see you, for when milady smiles she is the most glorious sight any living soul will ever hope to see.

My Dearest Uwilsyng,

We're no strangers to love. You know the rules and so do I. A full commitment's what I'm thinking of.
You wouldn't get this from any other guy.

I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling. Gotta make you understand...

Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry, never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you.

We've known each other for so long. Your heart's been aching but you're too shy to say it.
Inside we both know what's been going on. We know the game and we're gonna play it.

And if you ask me how I'm feeling
Don't tell me you're too blind to see...

Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry, never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you.


I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling. Gotta make you understand...


All my love,
Ayn

My dearest Thancred,

I must admit that since you saved me from that wretched Goobbue and taught me how to wield my axe more effectively I cannot get you out of my thoughts. Your smooth style and ability to make daggers appear from out of nowhere to vanquish my "less-desirable admirers" makes me swoooon.

You told me once before that you would feel a good deal better if I would consent to join you. Thancred, you must know, that I would consent to join you wherever your path takes you; you need only ask. With your amazing good looks and romantic voice, how could I resist? Worry not of my path companion, Lan. He has listened to my ramblings of passion for you and has assured me that if you will consent to join me, he will step aside. The Twelve help me, I cannot believe that I am revealing these thoughts to you!

My dear Thancred, you would make me the happiest Marauder in all of Eorzea if you would consent to join me on this upcoming full moon. I will be awaiting your arrival, watching the moon rise, at the ferry docks.

Your not so secret admirer,
Vayle Akashi

For your eyes only Pimelle, the only one I’m thinking of
I’ve beseeched the goddess Menphina to inspire these words of love:

No word, no deed, no tonic can ease the pain inside
A lonely Roegadyn’s heart, adrift on a wandering tide

Long have I been watching, falling for you like the Dalamud star
Four yalms across your counter, could never seem to be so far

A passing glance, an exchange of goods, is all I seem to find
Not much more can I take, to be absent from your mind

Together I see a future, this I promise true
Always in my Echo’s past, I’m standing next to you

Stars and moons may be falling, Gridania may cease to shine
Yet if I live one final fantasy, be it a union of your heart and mine


Your wandering adventurer,

Seiken Valk~

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Dear Y'shtola♥,

Do you like me?.... because I really like you.
Please check the box:

[ ] Yes, oh absolutely!
[ ] No, but I think you're really cute!

Love,
Kresy~ (｡･ω▼｡)ﾉ♡ﾟ


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To Mutamix Bubblypots,

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Some say that you have a big nose and smell like hot garbage,

But baby, my love for you, there is no shortage!


I know you have a dark and mysterious exterior,

But its just to hide you're romantic, sweet side, would it hurt you to be a little cheerier?

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Under all that armour, I see you're eyes

Looking at me, like two big bright apple pies!

And I know that you see through me and we create a bond,

Even though after I check my wallet, I feel conned.


We share a connection like no other and my love for you is concrete,

Yours and mine spiritbond is finally complete!

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To Mutamix Bubblypots,

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Some say that you have a big nose and smell like hot garbage,

But baby, my love for you, there is no shortage!

I know you have a dark and mysterious exterior,

But its just to hide you're romantic, sweet side, would it hurt you to be a little cheerier?

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Under all that armour, I see you're eyes

Looking at me, like two big bright apple pies!

And I know that you see through me and we create a bond,

Even though after I check my wallet, I feel conned.

We share a connection like no other and my love for you is concrete,

Yours and mine spiritbond is finally complete!

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To the lovely lady, Sisipu:


Sisipu, we have toiled together for many moons now, and you have taught me so much. You have shown me some of the finest fishing spots in La Noscea, and taught me the best bait and rod to catch even the greatest of sharks. For some time now, when we are close, I feel a fascinating fluttering in my stomach. I cannot help but heed this heat in my heart; a warmth in my chest when we are together. Watching you work on the waters is always a pleasant pleasure, your skill only surpassed by your splendor. Your eyes are the color of churning seas; showing the fire of your soul. I find the smells of sea spray and kelp in your silvery hair to be quite charming.

It saddens me to see you scowl, with the netmaster to blame. I know how he irks you. I would enjoy nothing more than to take some stress from your day, to listen to your troubles, and ease your doubts. If you wanted me to trounce that devious little deviant, I would, for you.

I know that you have seen me in some… peculiar predicaments in the past. But I wish to put that past us. Even the part with the skivvies. Sisipu, I would like to invite you for dinner, even just once. Give me a chance, as no lecherous lout or scurvy-ridden scrag in Limsa Lominsa can give you. A fine feast I would fix you, and a romantic retreat. It is what you deserve.

I will see you soon at the Bottom, and I shall pray that Oschon has not aimed my adoration astray. To you I offer my heart. Sisipu, will you be my special fish of the sea?

Yours,

Diyne Ikapine

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Sonnet for Pimelle, the Masked Beauty.

Pimelle, I must a favor beg of you
When next I'm free to browse your weathered wares.
For 'tis not gil nor gold I go to view
But what you stow away from all who stare.
The daring moon will strive to mask the sun-
A marvel and a beauty to behold-
But should the two eternally be one
The living world would languish in the cold.
Perhaps you seek to hide your face and scowl
To rob my love and pain me when I fall,
For who but thieves and pirates on the prowl
With pains conceal their countenance from all?

But just one fleeting glimpse of my love's face
Would give my soul the joy of perfect grace.

Dear Cid,

If you ever put your God darned hands on my wife again, I'll kill you.

-Ashley

Dearest Lady,

I thank you for your kind missive which has only recently reached me here in far off Limsa-Lominsa. I offer in reply only a few words today, here writ amongst cliffs and crags o'erlooking the Rhotana Sea. I have been forced to seek solace against a sudden sea squall in a small alcove. I shall endeavor to keep my parchment dry and my ink unsmirched, for I wish my thoughts to reach you pure. As I wait for Llymlaen to abate her fury, my thoughts turn homeward to the boughs of the Black Shroud.

There is a beauty to the Shroud that is at once both immediate and distant, as the low hanging moon shining on the very tip of the horizon. One might believe that if they were to but climb that distant hill, one could just reach out and grasp it. But the moon must keep her distance, for if she allowed herself to be claimed, then what moonlight would there be for anyone else? And so she perches there, shining her radiance upon all who look on her, even as we wonder if she looks upon us. So it is with the Shroud, for She gives freely of herself, and we humble servants can but walk Her paths, admiring Her beauty, Her bounty, and Her grace.

There is a certain place in the Shroud that I have long yearned for but never found. Shall I describe it? There is a small clearing where nary a funguar roams. The forest surrounds you, and in its warm embrace you are safe from all the world, and only you and She exist. In the center, is a soft mound lined with fine grass, dewy and sweet and perfect for laying. All along the verge, the low cut bush is fragrant with budding flowers, and if you look up at night, you can see the stars twinkling in the sky, as if the eyes of the Shroud herself smiled back down at you. It is a place where one might come to know the Shroud intimately, and for a brief moment hold Her essence in your hand like a juicy, ripened blood currant. And as you gaze up into Her starry eyes, you can feel yourself enveloped in Her tranquility.

I fear that it may not be for me to chance upon this place of surreal happiness, but I cannot help but be jealous of he that does. However, even as I huddle here among the cold rocks of La Noscea so far from home, I think on this place, and it makes me glad just to know that it is there. And I hope, against all odds, that someday it will be I who finds himself looking into those starry eyes. The storm subsides, and it is with these thoughts that I leave you to your duties as head of the Order. As always, I remain ever your loyal and humble servant.

Twelve keep you,
Andaeron

To Whom Shall I Profess My Love...?

Perhaps It Shall Be to Minfilia,
Who's Echo Has Touched The Lives Of Many...
Kind, Sweet And Filled With Wisdom Aplenty.

Or Maybe To Kan-E-Senna,
Keeper Of The Twelves Wood, Graceful In All Her Glory...
Alas, None May Have Her...A Lonely Fate Is Her Story.

Mayhap Twould be Nanamo Ul Namo,
Ruler Of Ul'dah, Elegant And Radiant In Wealth...
Yet Riches Alone Cannot Sustain A Man Of My Health!
Must My Love Forever Remain In Stealth?!

Nay I Say To Thee!
For The Answer I Seek,
Is As Plain As Can Be.
I Profess My Heart, My Soul,
My Very Existence to...Adventuring!!!
For None Excites Me Down To My Core As The Thrill Of Battle...
The Thirst For Blood...
The Unquenchable Desire For Victory!

May The Journey Continue Eternally...


~Drakon Ironsoul