Dear Orlando,

My dear, dear friend,
I have known you
Since we were both
Clad in swaddling.

But lately
I have noticed changes
In this relationship
We hold high above others.

You give me
Those curious looks
That promise things
A proper lady should not dream of.

Yet I am proper,
Though I do think well
Of that masculine form
You have grown in to.

Surely, we should stare
At one another
Like we each share
An endless hunger.

Should we speak
Of such things?
Or wait, in hopes that
My father will accept you?

Please, do not
Think me bold.
For I am yet a gentle woman,
Even as I hold a hunger unquenched.

Return to me a letter,
Oh lover of my dreams.
Speak to me
Of our marriage.

Your one and only,
Truly and forever.
Willing and lovingly,
Yours always.