My love, my sweet love, dost thou deserve a pitiful fool such as me? As I beg and plead for thy mercy, shall a goddess such as thyself bring one’s attention? Am I worthy of love? Love of someone as magnificent and glorious as the beauty you portray? I think not! I am but a peasant in the body of a wealthy lad, asking for forgiveness. Shall she who dost the mindless, trickery known as love hast the time of day to apprehend my will of tenderheartedness? A wish only thought of thyself hast the power to move a man to his knees. Will the tedious nature of achieving success in one’s heart ever be found in me? A ball of some sort hast to give thy a chance at romance. A beautiful lover is awaiting my care, and I plan to reach the destiny that thou hast thought would come easy to thee. I pray that the event held be admirable enough to attend. I shall see.