Uhhhhhhhh
Am I to be asleep? Am I to be taunted by this vision? How canst thou stand before me to tell me you love me, when what seems only days ago, you hated me as the sun hates the clouds who cover her warm and loving rays to fill our hearts with darkness and despaire.
My mind hath dreams of such days, so tedious to someone as yourself, but in a dreamers eye, captivating. Not that you should know what lay in my mind. Tis not approvable for a lady such as myself to dream at all and speak of it. A lady who hath dreams, hath a mind of their own and need no man to take her, and make her his own. Tis an unfair jest, yet if you could hear the race of my heart, you would think nothing but a fast melody softly played.