Olivia, my love,
were you a fish, you would be an angel fish (for you are as angelic as all of Poseidon's seas)
were you a chip, you would be chips and curry sauce (for your interior is soft, warm, and beloved, while your exterior is spicy and hot *wink* *wink*)
I will love you in any and all forms - fish, chips, cheese, or gravy
I will love you in the mornings, when I wake up from my slumber, hungry, not having had breakfast
I will love you in the evenings, when I wake up from my nap, hungry, not having had supper
I will love you at 4am, when the clubs have closed and I'm stumbling back to my flat drunk and needing scran
Please, Olivia, I beg of you - let me be your salt and vinegar
let me be your mushy peas
I would harvest all of the oceans' salt to season you
for our love is stronger than any fisherman or potato farmer
Sincerely,
Orsino
P.S. I have a deep fried mars bar waiting for you in Illyria (if you know what I mean) read more