Dearest Emily,
The cones on the bough were laden with dew hanging so delicately in the early morning chill. The aroma of cedar filled my nostrils as I passed under the giant tree reminding me of the burning incense in your parlor. The fog so gingerly floating just feet above the dampened earth reminds me of the enchantment when we are together. The rising sun casts its rays above the eastern horizon and into my eyes bringing you yet further into my mind. A new day was dawning bringing us yet closer to our engagement in two days forth. As night gives way to a new found day, I give you these thoughts from my pen.
Most fondly and awaiting our time together,
Sir Constance