Sure, kat, and ain't it the truth I'm tellin' you, and me walking the roads all the time, with your face before me and the winds full of the whissht of your sweet voice, and me thinkin all the time about how fine we would be together always, me the man for you, and you the queen of all the women that ever lightened a man's arms, and how there would come a blessed day when I would be sittin on my own farmwall, and seein you, as lovely as the Maytime still, comin towards me with all the sunlight in the world kissing your heavenly face?

(THE SURGEON GENERAL WARNS THAT THIS RHETORIC MAY BE HAZARDOUS TO YOUR HEALTH)

yours, Peter T.