Valentione's Day Love Letter Contest Entry Thread

To my Valentione, Totonawa:

Today shall not be simply another day! Nay, for on this day, love has run aground in the Quicksand.
You, my beloved robed purveyor of adventure, shall be my true Valentione, and oh, it shall be grand.

Don’t be coy, I’ve seen the way you leer. No matter the hordes of gathered adventurers each day,
The moment I approach: a clear of the throat, a seductive turn, and your attention comes my way.

The streets of Ul’dah fill with the clamor of your adoring fans; sometimes the hubbub so thunderous,
My whole world crashes down. With token in hand, I valiantly return, my devotion to you so wondrous.

No, Totonawa, today, you might be the one I want. And I need no journal to confirm the details:
Though the merchant strip may be bustling today, you’ve been waiting for me on pins and nails.

I’ll not mince words: your stature may be minimal, but your steely resolve is a glorious sight to see.
I’ve returned countless times to your counter, and no matter the hour or day, you linger just for me.

As an aside, I must question your work conditions. What’s the point of work for money in the first place,
If you have to stand every hour of every day? Has the Eorzean mob threatened to break your tiny face?

Alas, today your evaluations shall be personal. Shall I extol my gallant virtues to you in fanciful fashion?
I’ve dodged plumes of firey beasts (despite my geographical handicap,) and started my own love faction!

I’ve braved every mission you’ve personally chosen for me, toiling ‘till I can nary draw a breath.
I’ve slashed at a gaggle of mischievous moogles; they insisted on caroling, while fighting to the death!?

I’ve stored multitudes of anima, made fortunes in fine felt, and I’ll ply every trade under the sun!
I’ll conjure, I’ll thaum, I’ll cleave, I’ll stab, I’ll defend, and I’ll sling arrows (as Cupid has already done.)

We’ll ride Goobbues higher than any camera! We’ll whisk away to Ishgard’s resort, once we’re finally able.
I’ll weave, I’ll cook, I’ll carpent, I’ll fish, I’ll mine, I’ll botanize, and smith. Though pugilism is off the table.

No Hold shall be too Dark, no Prince shall be too Pestilent. We’ll cross millions of Maws in Toto-Rak!
No Oaks shall ever hear our steps. We’ll make doublets out of Dodore, and no Cactuar shall be too Jack.

I do this all for you, my miniature angel garbed in purest white, for the day we can finally be together.
I’ll overclock our courtship so powerfully, my strides of love won’t tarry even in the harshest of weather.

And so I write this Valentione for you, my bite-sized seraph, to hurry you away from where evil may lurk.
Set your attunement to “love”; we’ll leave the Twelve behind! … as soon as Eustace lets you off work.

~Elysia Zalakria

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Greetings All!

Llyssa Snowplover here, (Have to use my brother's account >.< )

This is the poem/song/whatever I wrote for Thancred.
Hope he likes it.^.^


"North Star"

Sometimes I think about the future, it's true I, ♪
Look for ways to be reflected, in your eyes. ♪
And then you save me, with your "maybe's" and your "allright's" ♪
It's not a day without your sunlight. ♪

We can say, that we always knew, ♫
This life was only meant for me, and you, to do. ♫

Sometimes I'm lost, can't find my way back, out too far, ♪
You'll guide me back into your strong arms, my North Star. ♪
And then you save me, with your bravery and your sharp knives, ♪
I'll run away with you to blue skies. ♪

We can say, that we always knew,♫
This life was only meant for me, and you, to do.♫

xoxo,

Llyssa

To my beloved Admiral,

I hope this letter finds you well, and should it not, may it improve it in some way. As you may know, Valentione’s Day is upon us. It is the day to declare one’s love to the world and let hidden feelings be known. Rarely do I care for the holiday, but this year I have a declaration worth making. I have found a treasure no sea dog worth his stones could price. I speak of a treasure I would protect with every fiber of my body and soul.

What treasure could drive a woman to bother her Admiral, you ask? The answer is simple:

You.

I confess that I have a girl crush on you. I know it is foolish to love one such as yourself – someone so far beyond my reach. I do not seek to possess you like most do a treasure, but instead I seek only to be honest with you. It is my greatest wish to be there for you in whatever capacity you desire. To simply speak your name to you as a friend would honor my heart. To embrace you when you need a moment’s reprieve from your duties would be a treasure no coffer could bestow me. Anything more would rival the sea’s passion.

I could write page after page about how your beauty rivals Menphina, or how you exude a strength that may even inspire The Navigator herself. But I would rather gaze into your eyes and say them to you in-person, even with one of your muskets aimed at my heart. You are my guiding star, Merlwyb. What you do with this confession is your own decision, but knowing I may have brought even the faintest of smiles to your lips…. It is worth it.

But I will not waste more of your time, as I know you are a busy lady. Happy Valentione’s Day, Admiral Merlwyb. Please know that you have me as a Valentione until the sea swallows all. I only hope that one day, I may say that I have you as mine.

Forever yours,

Nyzira Frostblood

How many days has it been?
How many months since I last saw you?
The reason to see you is gone,
No more offers are coming,
The facade is fading,
my vulnerable body wishes for its protector,
Its hard to breathe,
Your presence holds me together,
The others have cast us aside,
They only see missions and quests,
No time for love,
No time for happiness,
Only the cold stain of crimson on my body,
Though,
There will come a day,
When the fighting ends,
The peoples are free,
When they all have the time,
To be together,
The warmth,
The joy,
The love,
I look forward to those days,
Oh my beloved,
Aubrey,
Your hands hold my heart and my life,
Till the end of time,
Wish for those days of piece,
So that there will be love.

Risa Cooper~
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[SIZE="5"]A Real Love Letter...

I am not big and strong,
not the bane of beasts.
I am not stalwart guard,
not a keeper of peace.
But before before you dismiss me,
think upon me unkind.
Let me plant one thought,
that it bloom in your mind...

I love you Ethelinda. Not an opo-opo.

Of you are my thoughts
both naughty and pure.
I am only lovesick
yet no alchemy cure.

These lillies for you
This letter's for you.
Find me unworthy,
I'll better for you.

I have strong lance arm.
The other's to caress,
,and comfort that heart of gold
just beneath your chest

For you I'd trade
my Life of Adventure.
Be your retainer
if your love I could indenture.

To Menphina I pray
may she hear me above
Let there be such a task.
That reward be your love

Guildleve or quest,
to Mor Dhona I'd ride
For your goodness and beauty
no mask hopes to hide...

My love always Ethelinda. May we be together soon...
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Isleen,
You: The beady-eyes, pig-nosed stable girl in Limsa Lominsa.
Me: The villainous looking elezen in gilded swimwear.
As you begrudgingly handed over the reigns of my new chocobo, our hands briefly met and sparks flew. I as if Menphina herself blessed that moment for us.
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A poem for you:
I'm so ugly
And so are you
We would fit so snugly
Don't you think so too?

XXOO Arock

*sorry, I made some typos in the post above and needed to fix them. Could I get that first post removed?*

Isleen,
You: The beady-eyed, pig-nosed stable girl in Limsa Lominsa.
Me: The villainous looking elezen in gilded swimwear.
As you begrudgingly handed over the reigns of my new chocobo, our hands briefly met and sparks flew. It was as if Menphina herself blessed that moment for us.
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A poem for you:
I'm so ugly
And so are you
We would fit so snugly
Don't you think so too?

XXOO Arock
p.s. Please write me back!

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My Dearest F'lhaminn,

My heart burns for our love with the intensity of a volcanoe's floes.
I feel an indescribable pull to you, down to my very toes.

I would love to share your spotlight,
And for one day, your love to burn as bright.

Tonight, I ask, will you be mine?
For I wish to be your Valentine.

Yes or no, my love stays true,
For there will be no other in my heart, only you.

Yours Forever,
Ahmya Lozarren

MAKE ME A SAMMICH!

Paper found crumpled and torn in a corner of the Ul'dah markets

Thancred, poet of the desert sands

First met when I was far from home

Questing, heart-sick for sea-salted winds

I learned the sands had a charm of their own.



Now as I gaze into the distance

Images unbidden assault my mind

Thy honeyed tongue Echoes in my ears

Peace from waking dreams I’ve yet to find



Dark eyes that lit a fire within me

Silver glint of deadly daggers drawn

Sinuous, elegant, tempting form,

Fingers running through hair of sun-bleached blonde



The blackened spirals upon thy neck

Marks of the destiny that binds us all

And holds us all at dagger’s point

As the crimson moon begins to fall



Of futures perfect and pasts uncertain

Much you know, though little is told

Cloaked, with companions, in mystery and shadow,

Knowledge of eldritch powers old



I do not trust you, for the life of a pirate

Unwary, ends in pain and naught

Yet I do not forget your kindness shown me

Or the lithe form beside me as we fought



These work roughened hands could offer you little

This battle-scarred body silks only would mock

My place is with my people, of the proud Limsa Lominsa

Yet still you manage to haunt my thoughts



Thancred, thief of the desert sands

These endless, uncertain days I watch you from afar

These words, my heart’s blood, crumpled in my hands

For you, a pirate’s heart, stolen from sea and shore.

Hello Totonawa
It's me again, Amyie Hanako, you know that girl from Besaid, yeah, that one, I've got something to tell you. I know you have heard the talk of the world ending soon, and I feel I have to tell you how I feel. I know we got off to a bad start when I threw you at the Goobbue who invaded Uldah when I first arrived, but I honestly thought you were a moogle bomb, but I have come to you faithfully every day for leves and I trust we can get past that, I forgave myself already. You are so generous for letting me cook right next to you in the adventures guild, even though I accidently threw you into the frying pan mistaking you for a midland cabbage, you took it all in stride, and I thought you smelled tasty to boot! And don't get me started on the unfortunate soccer match I started in Uldah that one day using "homemade" soccer balls, many Lalafell's died needlessly that day, and we didn't even win :(. Every day I walk in the room it's crowded, yet your eyes are locked on mine, some people say your face is one of sheer terror, I think you are just playing hard to get!
I guess what I'm getting at is I really like you, I'm not sure if you're a male or female, but I don't get hung up on minor details such as that. We can decide who will carry our kids next week after we get married. I know you might be a little scared off by the rumor of my previous two Lalafell husbands dying within a month of marrying me, I accidently synthed one mistaken him for a lighting crystal, which can happen to anyone, and the other accused me of flirting with King mog, and accidently fell onto the track of the during the illegal chocobo races "unrelated of course." I can assure you that both of those incidents were isolated, and third time is a charm! I'm just saying that it is time for you to settle down, come off that step stool, and retire as my housewife/househusband "are you a man or woman anyway, that hood is very mysterious, I like that." I need an answer now, you may have noticed I am standing in front of you as you read this letter. With the world possibly ending, we must live every moment like it's our last. So do you want me to be your wife, or do you want to be mine forever, your choice, keep in mind, life is short!
Love Amyie

To the lady Chuchumu,

I, a lonely weaver of humble and meager means (and only a few million Gil) have only to hear your sweet voice, that of a nightingale to my ears, to make my heart smile. They all whisper of how beautiful my lady is but I feel I’m the only one that knows of the deep passion you possess. From the first day I saw you holding that ripped and shredded red hood, I had known deep down that I was the one for you. As I wiped your puffy eyes, you’re crying stopped and you smiled at me. What a smile! I’ll not ever forget it: it seemed to radiate from tip to pointy tip of yours ears and from that day on I knew I was yours. I float on air when you’re with me and the alchemists say they’ll pay me well to know how I did it. I’ll not tell them it is my love for you because they’ll want you for themselves! Those nasty spiders were nothing, and the healer said it will grow back. I would fight anything for you! The little prince may have your eye now, but his is a fleeting fancy. I know his type and my heart would break to see you end up just another woman in his clutches as you are not just another woman to me. I’ll all ways be there for you. Even now I feel I’m with you as I write this beside some one else that looks just like you. They say “Hi” by the way, and said you should pick me! Alas my dear Chuchumu, our time is short: we must make haste! Your step-mother knows all; the Crown Prince Teledji Adeledji is playing you for a fool; and our friend Deaustie is nothing but a snake. They know your plans my love; they tried to cover it up with some foolish story and tried to bribe me! I’ll take care of it all: no one will suspect you! We can steal away to the country side just the two of us. I’ll spend my life making you want for nothing. If I’m not for you, I wish but for a single parting kiss that I can take with me to the grave, as I died suddenly of a broken heart. Pick me my love Chuchumu! You’ll always be a princess to me!

From the tips of my pointy ears to the bottoms of my little feet, yours forever faithful and loving,
Xan
OXOOxxx

Dearest Yhah Amariyo,
Deepest of desires, the taker of my breath, the bearer of my heart, so true are your amber eyes, so soothing is your lavender scent, that tickles the tip of my nose. You are intoxicating, and even when away in my travels, I never sober of you. Your beauty is tragic, for any whom look upon you, are left yearning. Even in my travels, the fighting and the battles fought, I think of you. Never, while away from this city of sand and greed, have I seen a beauty such as yours, not unlike the wilds of the forests by which I hail, that I might be willing to lay down arms and settle myself, far from the comfort of the twelveswood.

Would you come with me to the forests, leave this city of money and sin? Give me a chance to know you, and show you the world beyond? Across the Strait of Merlthor, and to Sharlavan, to journey along with me, sword and staff in hand? A moment, a single tear, a spoken whisper in an ear, the bearing of a soul laid out, hear me. hear my plea! A thousand words left unspoken, hidden in a kiss, that love reciprocated, the world would not be missed.

As surely as the waning moon does shine, Menphina has blessed me with your visage that haunts my every dream and waking moment. Each day is my own personal Hel, that once I might approach you, moogles dance upon my heart, weighing heavily on my soul. But today is unlike any other day, today is the day that all may lay out their hearts and souls, and beseech their beloved, and I surely must do the same, for my passion burns brighter than even the mightiest of Ifrit's flames, and purer than the purest springs.

Our love could be like the waters of a Coerthian stream, everflowing, there is too much love to have. Everthirsty, we drink from its waters until we burst, in its abundance, it survives our thirst. Day by day we come to the shores and drink our fill, yet it is never enough, and never satisfies, never holds us, so we return to it's shores, thirsty, willing to die, within its joyous waters.

On this day of love, be my Valentine, do not shy away, but look kindly upon me.

Sincerely Yours,

Serahr Kavaskous.

Dear Maisie,

Our time together has been very special, your wisdom and knowledge swims through me like a Northern Pike in a Gridania stream. Thank you for being you and showing me the way of becoming a great fisherman, without you I would still be a rank 1 fisherman to this day. Even though I have been away fishing for weeks there is not a day that goes by that I don't think of you and what you have taught me. Whenever I become tired from fishing I think of you which gives me strength to continue. I miss you like a Desert Rose misses the sun in the cold desert nights. I love you...

Forever and Always

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To the love of my life Roserette,

From the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you were the one for me
Beautiful face, mesmerizing eyes and silky black hair. I just knew it was meant to be
Twas no coincidence walking by you to the wellhead lift, just to catch a glimpse of what I could not resist
Shopping for goods I did not need, just to see those eyes looking back at me

You gave me a chance I did not deserve, I will love you always, I give you my word
Three years running, my feelings stronger than ever, will you love me and stay by my side forever

Gone for months at a time at the Red Rooster Inn, only thinking of you and when we will be together again
Soon you will be embraced in my arms, safe, knowing I will never do you harm
They sent me home on temporary leave, reading this I know you are pleased
There was no question you are the only one for me and by your side, there's nowhere I would rather be

I think it is time we make it official, will you join me in a marriage that is mutually beneficial
I give you my life, will you please step outside so I can ask you to be my wife
I love you with all my heart, body and soul. Say yes and that you will haunt me forever

From the love of your life,
Joshy Lee

*Rosette walked outside to see Joshy Lee /kneel. She jumped in his arms with glee saying "/Yes! I will be your wife eternally". The couple shared a /blowkiss, got on their chocobos and rode off in bliss.

My dearest Little Sheepy,

You bring such a smile to my day,
Each time I climb up the hill to play.
Your “Eees!” fill me with joy and delight,
I dream of you every night.
One sheep, two sheep, three…
You are the only sheepy for me!

To a miqo’te, you are like a giant ball of yarn,
Round, white and fluffy.
I see you when I look up at the clouds,
Won’t you come back with me to the Black Shroud?

I long to share with you my adventures and my life,
To protect you from hardship and strife.
For this Keeper of the Moon cat,
Her life mission is just that.

With all this, I mean to say…
Happy Valentione’s Day!

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Wherefore Art Thou Bayohne?

O Bayohne, Bayohne, wherefore art thou Bayohne?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name!
Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love
And I'll no longer be a Lalafell.

'Tis but thy name that is my enemy:
Thou art thyself, though not a Morbol.
What's Morbol? It is nor tentacle nor root,
Nor vine nor petal, nor any other part
Belonging to a plant. O be some other name!
What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other word would smell as sweet breath;
So Bayohne would, were he not Bayohne call'd,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Bayohne, doff thy name,
and for thy name, which is no part of thee,
Take all myself.

The following letters was left discretely upon the Gatewarden's table sealed in wax pressed upon with my signet. A scripted "L" is written on it.


From where the Riversmeet my heart yearns to find The Kiss.

The kiss to rival all kisses,
to find that which is missing.
Not to steal away that which is pure and forever giving,
but provide that which I desire above all in my days of living.

Upon first glance, I knew thee to be the one
I could hold until my end.
To give to thy soul happier days,
and take from thee all worries, upon this scroll
I write to you a promise always.

And what greater gift could there be?
To give freely my heart for all to see,
To you, my Love, and one else?
Truly, deeply, I believe t'is you to set free
all this love burning deep within me.

The rivers of Coerthas are but a stream,
When set against my heart's greatest dream.
For you I fish, for you I breath
For you sword I will sheath
forever, if that is your wish.

Take up the anvil,
put down the blade.
I would do that if you breathed such words.
For nothing to me is higher
than what you wish, want, or desire.

The wish, The Kiss, to show you where the Riversmeet.
So you may see where the Riverskiss,
and share such a kiss, to rival all kisses.
Our hearts entwined down by the river.

One glance, one nod, my Love, I'll understand,
if that were but made clear to me.
'Til I return to the 'meet
and seek my fishes,
I dream of nothing but of such kisses.

GJ

My dear Wandering Minstrel,

At first, I believed our meeting to be one of flightful fancy. I listened to you speak of your travels, of the kingdoms you've visited, and bestowed upon me a gift- a polished horn, which would tame a mighty Goobbue for me to ride. Then, I learned the secret of the horn, that Goobbues were attracted to its sound, thinking it to be a mating call! A joke played by a wandering dandy, or a flirt in disguise? I couldn't decide, and simply rode about upon a rug on the head of a giant ambulatory plant, wandering as adventurers are wont to do. But the meeting never left my memory, and staring into the night sky conjured up the echo of every step I've taken in my adventure within Eorzea.

Dalamud burns brighter and larger in the sky with each passing night, and great changes have swept across the land in one short year. Festivals raise the spirits of cities in a time of uncertainty. Improved commercial planning in the city-states has brought the ability to quickly scour the market wards for needed goods. The Grand Companies have revived from mere schoolyard tale to fiery rivals. The Empire's aggression onto Eorzea's land became real. More and more do adventurers heed the call to arms, developing their fighting techniques, creating devastating combination attacks that fell the greatest of beasts. Dzemael Darkhold spills forth with demons and Ceruleum. Primals surge with power long unheeded, and adventurers are tempered when they emerge through the trials of fire.

And yet, hundreds of those in the cities, toiling to make our lives easier, and the thousands of adventurers who have helped each other, helped you, helped the realm- they endure.

I'm able to write this letter to you, because of all their efforts. You've only arrived to Eorzea yourself, but I believe you've so much to offer, and so much that you've already done that you're being modest about. Your wandering path to Eorzea was no mistake. Stay- not for the gods, not for the people, but for me. Don't stare into the vast abyss alone, wondering if the 'Void' you see is a haunting reflection. Come with me, and let us seek this world together. If it is our future, let us shape it with our own hands. If it is our death, then I wish to meet it with axe in one hand, both feet on the ground, and you by my side.

A song once whispered to me, different from the one that sung to you. In its words, I have found strength, inspiration, and I hope that you draw from it as I have.

Walk free, walk free,
walk free, believe,
The land's alive, so believe.

Be mine,
Hachi Roku

PS- Have you done any modeling? There's someone in a promotional postcard for the Firefall Faire that looks just like you...

To Netmaster Wawalago,

Those rumors you have heard about me are vile and vicious LIES! I do NOT have a massive crush on you! I do NOT think your mustache is dreamy! I may have liked you at one time but since you made me dance to the damn fish at The Barrel I learned what a utter JERK you are.

No Love!
-Yelta

Claroise
Uldah,
X: 5, Y: 7

Claroise,
As a young carpenter, you were the first to issue me a job. I still have fond memories of that day I made you that first pair of sandals. Sure, they were full of splinters and one sole was crooked, but I was a level 2 Carpenter. What did you expect? Regardless, I poured my soul into them. You never gave up on me as everyday I would take your offer to make a new pair of sandals hoping that the next one would come out better than the last. Yes I blew up a pair that one time, but I still made the rest great. Now here I am in front of you, with 30 levels of experience, crafting the finest pair of sandals money cannot buy. You cannot buy these at the Market Wards, as these are created from the heart. Yes they look the same as the ones that Johnny Smith turned it, but trust me these are Sandals with a +5 in quality. Unheard of! They will be great for you to wear while you stand in that same spot all day heeding items from adventurers. But alas I write this in hopes that you will realize how I feel. It has been of utmost certainty that this letter reaches you in time before I make my trek to Turning Leaf. I head there in search of "Guardian Wood". The rarest of all woods in hopes of making you those special rare sandals. I hear many Carpenters never make it back. But my love for you is enough to run through those woods and be smited by giant trees and their evil spriggan minions. I just had to let you know in case I do not make it back. Wish me luck.

Planks for everything,
Aden Kholdeden


Moogle Postal Service: Return to Sender, Wrong Co-ordinates Posted

Dear Raya-O-Senna,

You said you wouldn't forget about our first meeting, and I hope that means you haven't forgetten about me, either. I apologize for my indiscretion back then. It has caused me to reconsider when and how I should use this power bestowed upon me.

I know you don't fully approve of what Kan-E-Senna is doing in Gridania, since it's stealing her away from investigating the cause of the greenwrath. I wish to help you in your quest to find those who wronged the Elementals, and keep both the Black Shroud and your sister safe from those sinners. Together, we can accomplish more than one person alone. I know it's not the same as if your sister were here to help you, but I'm sure I can be of some assistance.

To be honest, I can't seem to forget about you. Many people are drawn to your older sister, both as a leader and as a woman. But you have your own charms, and they've captivated me. Your empathy with the forest, the love you hold for your sister, the lovely shade of your hair, your engaging eyes. I wish to hear more about both the Seedseers and the forest from you while we search. In exchange, I can tell you about all the people and the places I've seen in my travels.

Yours truly,
Amafrey Aleithilithos

Great work everyone! The thread will now be closed while the Community Team selects the winners!