Dearest Maven mine, if you will not mind sharing with me in rhyme, a veering shrine
Now I do not find any reason to stop, and lock away, for you are senseless I find.

Now firstly,

I apologize for the empty post, I'll make the most of your time in the future,
having already wasted most of a day with you as I played my way through
a toasting hot time, you unloaded into me so many love filled bounties
that I can't help but be a little sore the next month. We went ten tries
Then I came back burning for more, for you I so adore. You see, it's me
And I cannot stop, I cannot lock away these feelings. You see, you're you.

Now secondly,

I defended you here, for fact sake, not for tact sake, you are a bore, forever a sore
and you forever and ever, make me snore at your side. A shot of sixteen seconds.
My your quick. Not probably the slowest I've had killing me before, that's my reckons.
Tie Solus' hands behind his back, and he'd finish quicker than you. He tore through
me earlier this week, leaving such a caring load in my body, I couldn't help but think
Naughtily, of the all the times it took you, sixteen seconds to make me feel like dying.
But hey, at least you're trying.

Now thirdly,

I find the addiction to boredom your empire has found, to be rather inspiring.
Rather than despairing, or even caring. Cosmpeircers are nice, but lacking
in defensives, much like yourself, and your lack of power. For you see I'm tracking
my damages and you'll see, you and your kin are only sacking and lambasting
because of a difficulty smacking you back. I so look to our handfasting.


And finally,

Regards,

Rhea