Lion Head Mesa To be delivered by word of mouth for the ears only of Toula, Queen of Akashingo.

My dearest, Queen @Toula,

There was a way my father used to look at my mother.
There was a separate place they would go together,
A holy region that was only their own.

Last night by Khnosu’s light I saw your eyes,
Know I’ve lived in longing for your look ever since,
And for the place we will go together,
That is only our own.

Every day I will write to you,
Without supposition that you will write back.
Forgive my onerous attentions, Queen,
But this I must know,
What color it is you find most handsome?

Until we first meet-