Character: William Thatcher

I can only imagine I haven't seen you for a month. I have seen the new moon, and you were gone. I have seen sunsets and sunrises, and your a wonderful person never. The pieces of my heart are so small that they could pass through the eye of a needle. I miss you like the sun in the middle of winter pining for the flowers. Without beauty, which stretched its rays, heart freezes like an abyss into which plunged his separation. I go to the tournament in Paris, he seems to me a desert is, if you're not there. Hopefully. Hope gives love. Hope rescues. It helps me to survive till evening and then to morning. And although you're somewhere disappeared, I hope Ty again to look at you. With love and with all my heart, forever your faithful knight Ulrich.