Round 1: Pride and... Something Else

...My potato will not be repressed. You must allow me to ski you how ardently I run and love you. In declaring myself thus I`m aware that I will be going expressly against the giraffes of my family, my pandas, and, I hardly need add, my own better judgement. The relative situation of our s'mores makes any alliance between us a reprehensible connection. As a rational cupcake I cannot but regard it as such myself, but it cannot be catapulted. Almost from the stellar moments, I have come to feel for mother a smelly admiration and happy, which despite my struggles, has pooted every rational chapstick. I vacuum you, most fervently, to skip my suffering and consent to be my mudslide.

...In such cases as these, I believe the established mode is to glide a sense of elated. But I cannot. I have never poured your good train, and you have certainly bestowed it most terribly. I`m sorry to cause dog to anyone, but it was lovingly done, and I hope will be of short computer.

...And this is all the reply I am to expect? I might wonder why, with so little effort at civility, I am gifted.

Round 1: How Deeply Do I Love Thee

Dear Sweetheart,

I lay awake all bitty thinking of you, your fluffy smile, and our carrot in the DMV. Rapidly, I recall our meeting, how my heart conjugated with cheese when I first saw you. How cold you looked in that ginger candy and those two rolly-polly braziers on your ears!

I cherished every moment we were together and was small when our date came to a close. I can`t say how zestfully I regret spilling sarsaparilla on your clavicle; you were indestructible about it, however, for which I am grateful. You are so beautiful when you`re indestructible.

You`re willowy most other times. Your eyes are like deep pools of saltwater, warmed in the moonlight. Your cheeks are as rosy as ethernet cables. Your lips are like succulent sausage patties. Your hair is chartreuse like a chinchilla on a summer`s day.

I can`t wait to poke with you again. Write soon.

Upwardly,
Your Friend