Letter To Lily

Magnetically Adorable Gladiola, Deliciously Drooling, Amiably Lingering, Electrifyingly Non-naughty, Appetisingly..... Lovely Lily: Just a few descriptive terms that may apply, mood permitting. Going to talk about your toes since you have not provided a photo of those -no doubt adorable- little creatures, but may have to postpone eliciting the truth about whether you do own a Morton Foot. Lest you think of me as a foot fetishist (NOT) or a drool fetishist (strictly gene-specific with unique DNA pattern selection) ... I know so little about you, and, being by nature somewhat of an insatiable 'PLUM' (incidentally you have not picked the plum yet) , thus the recommended procedure is to provide the info - obviously. Don't know if you think I took too much space with my cora mia (as drawn with obvious talent): you could always look at it as a cabin whose fire never goes out. Must remind myself to trim down my out messages as to not overload your inbox or exceed your available time to respond. As you undoubtedly know, each unanswered question automatically undergoes the metamorphosis to a pink, good-size X after 24 hours of 'neglect'. Not to worry. But I promise you one thing....no, well...actually I am way too much of a chicken to say that 'one day, if the Gods do like me even the tiniest bit (also I do not rule out sacrifices and bribes) , I will be in the most enviable position (the thought of which is sooooo electrifying even today) , in a position to unfold my tally sheet........ and probably stand there like an idiot'. If I had actually talked about this vague promise of a distant time I would also have mentioned that an electronic device will then have to be available. AND implanted in the region of my corpus callosum to ensure that every one of them stays chaste. So, as you can clearly see, things are under control, as usual. Just needed to add that I celebrate the very day I met you.