“To my dearest, darlingest Sweetling-
Your eyes are like ripe green apples sprinkled with cinnamon. Your skin shimmers like buttercream frosting. Your lips are a ripe raspberry. Your hair is dark chocolate melted on the castle drawbridge on a very hot day. You smell better than a loaf of fresh bread in the morning. You are more beautiful than a birthday cake. You are sweeter than vanilla and honey mixed together. With sugar on top.
Yours most ardently, with all my gushingest, coziest, admiration-
The King Of Hearts
(Not that there are any other kinds around. Especially kings that call you their Sweetling. At least, I hope not!)
P.S. Can I have some more tarts?”