Darling,
Your eyes are the color of mould,
Your lips are the shade of a deadly mushroom,
Your skin is pale like the underbelly of a frog,
Your freckles remind me of when I spilled liver stew on my favorite shirt,
Your hair is like the unfinished nest of a crow,
Your hands are like th epaws of a shrew or perhaps some other rodent,
Your for reminds of an oddly shaped potato,
And your nose, your nose is like the beak of the bird my cat caught,
Your lovliness is astounding,
I cannot think that I have ever seen such beauty.





Love,



Luke the Troll