" You show all the colors of a full grown autumn oak, you are as beautiful as a summer sunset over the Pacific ocean,

Your eyes sparkle like newly polished California jade, your body is like a divine melody that sings of pure gold for King Midas,

Your lips are like sweet ripe satin soaked sugarplums, and your hair is like freshly grown grass, drowned in the scents of morning dew and lilacs."
"I love every bit of your nature."

"My, you truly are lovely my dear; dancing in syncopation with the music of the piano and the flowing decadesance around you.

You looked at me, pursed your soft delicate lips, she smiled aplomb and hind trotted to écarté,
Leaving her handkerchief on the side arm of my piano. She dashed to the shadows of the mezzanine.

All I could remember was the smell of her voluptuous hair; she had gone, her kerchief drenched with tears of joy. Written on one side, "I love you !"