Mogret,
Much time hath past since I last ventured forth to Moghome, Seems my endeavors favor a schedule to which I may only write thee a letter, you hath invaded mine every thought and dream, visions of your flawless tuft and if I dare, extravagant Pom pom have mine soul shuttering to the very Aether that fuels my existence. I know this must sound rash, yet I can't go on unless to finally be with you my love, I MUST know if you feel the same! Mogret, I would slay every Hropkin in the Mists, your flowers shall go unwilted for as long as I may live, your fluff unruffled, a life of a pain free Pom Pom, this i swear to thee my love. If I could just be yours. Im no good at these sort of thing's, but i wrote thee a poem my love, i hope you like it.

Hearken to me for these words I must speak,
for one moogle hath descended from divinity.
she bears a pom pom so soft, like clouds in the sky
Mogret my love, the kupo nut of my eye.
I yearn for your love, no longer alone
we may settle in twelveswood
it could be OUR Moghome.