If they told me that I had to write,
A long list of all the things I love about You,
I would first need a great sheet of the finest paper,
Made from the silk spun from the rarest butterfly in the world,
I would need ink, and so much of it, it would fill a vat made of pearl lustre,
It would be no ordinary ink,
It would be drawn from the still beating hearts of
Golden Finches taken but a drop from each.
That they may not miss it. My pen would need a nib made from honeydew and cedar wood, hand polished for a thousand years, that my ink may flow unhindered from its cusp.
And then,
Once all was assembled I would write in swooping lines of gossamer thread,
....there simply are not
the words I seek........
....save for your sweet name........
.....Catherine.
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