My dearest Lyse,

Yesterday, when you spoke of Countess Arabelle de Valentione and asked me if I’d ever found courage enough to love, I lied when I said I hadn’t. Frankly speaking, my friend, I’ve loved someone for years now -- I just haven’t had the courage to tell her so!

That is, until now.

You see, I've come to realize that I don’t have to tell her myself. I can tell you, and you can tell her for me! Oh, come now. It will be fun! And what are friends for besides?

Now, before you go and tell her how I feel, I must tell you who she is. And to this end, I’ve written a poem that so clearly describes my beloved that not even Papalymo’s explanation is needed to discern her identity:
Like lightning that is greased, a Tornado Kick – released,
Her beauty sends my Inner Beast berserking.
And in spite of all my Cleaves,
Her Gut Wrenchers give to me,
More of the butterflies that I’ve been shirking.
Isn’t it obvious who’s hexed me, Lyse? When you see her, will you please tell her to put on those perfect pair of pantalettes and meet me once again atop the Reach? I’ll be there after sunset.

And one more thing. Call it nerves, but could you tell her to hurry?
From the moment I first gazed upon those Ala Mhigan thighs,
I’ve been lovesick for the girl who wouldn’t show the world her eyes.
And though sometimes I wondered if she could see me stare,
My fear is now that one day she won’t notice that I’m here.
Happy Valentione’s Day!

Your loyal friend and Right Fist,
Ramza Strife

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Character: Ramza Strife
World: Gilgamesh
Desired Prize: Noble Barding