My Lady,
I must write to you about a matter of the utmost import. It is about your sensuous shape. ‘tis marvellous. Truly rather beautiful. I saw it the other month in the Leventi home. So awe-inspiring.
I wish to sing to it. I want to write it a poem. I am writing you a poem...
I just came. And now I must to bed, but with thoughts of you.
I am very tired. Καληνυχτα.
Eternally yours, Raf
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