To whom it may concern, As I begin this love letter, my heart flutters like falling feathers. When it comes to girls, I have had the bad, the good, but none better. I was just thinking of your only slight imperfection. How you perfected human perfection. God's supernatural selection. As promises go, I swear to take my time and love you slow, and I'm not talking about when my eyes undress you but, as my queen when I address you. It's criminal how innocently my mind subliminally obsesses over you. Just your voice is the inspirational muse to Van Goghs' ear. Can't you hear? If your reading this, I want you to put your hand over your left breast and feel my reason for living, breathing, and being. If you don't understand yet, let me give you the tip of iceberg we call "us." If my soul was a bank, you'd have all access to my funds, the beneficiary of my trust. Now as I end this letter implementing in my scheme of complements. Yours Truly, Drass.