I'm wading in the waning evening light awaiting to be washed ashore in song together dancing in the cusp of night - oh, won't you waltz with me forever long? From panoramic dusk to moonlight's yawn meandering along your southern shore our dance will persevere into the dawn - these twilight steps I've always known before. With guiding hands you set a lively pace, engulfing journeyed soles in rhythmic peace and feeding weary soul with easy grace - like footsteps disappearing in the sea. In time to singing waves does my heart beat as every sun and moon shall rise, repeat.
I address this letter to you, in part to speak of a new time in my life. For a dashing beau has stolen my heart - your youngest is set to become a wife! His touch is cold as a December day, but his heart’s warm as the high summer sun. He doesn’t seem the type to go and stray, just don’t expect grandbabes - he ain’t much fun! He’s a striking gentleman, famous too, and he pens the most beautiful of works! So, with this, my life shall begin anew. Hello city folk, goodbye Georgia berks! If y’all plan to meet, you’re plum outta luck, alas, my dear Edgar is dead as ****.
The lady hath lost it, surrend'r'd it a penalty f'r h'r mistakes h'r failures and h'r faults
the lady hast given it up at consid'rable sacrifice h'r eag'r young passion f'r a m're content'd life
the lady's hath lost 't, finally f'rfeit despite h'r yearning desires f'r m're f'r nay gain, nay profit of h'r owneth just to the desire to endure with the one the lady's with without h'r risking of less