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