Dearest,

My heart is suffused with the sweet sorrow caused by your denial of my clearly misunderstood love. Hell's angels have noticed my love, but they have prevented the same passion from blossoming inside you. My silent screams of request for your affection are cast aside by your ear-splitting whispers of constant rejection. I know I am blindly seeing only your outer shell, but every fiber of me hopes that your inner soul will be just as enticing. When we are alone together, I notice that the sun's sudden dimness is caused by your radiance. Seeing and cherishing your beauty has made me a wealthy peasant. Yet, you have dropped a feather-light anchor on my heart, suppressing my tender love for you.