My fairest lady, as I dozed in the dark and cold night I felt your presence. Then, as if by some divine command, out of the darkness came a magic message from you on the magic message machine.
To my Valentine, love from Mlle Daisy Emerald.
I read your message repeatedly, listening to the sweetness of each word, and imagined your precious and lovely visage…
Though your message was simple, I looked deeply into it, and began a response to you, my most brilliant gem. I felt the presence of my wise mama Mimi near, and knew she could explain.
“She still loves you, my son,” she told me, “and you must send her a message at this moment while your thoughts are connected.”
My mother is so wise, but I had no idea how to go about this sending messages. My brother Mr. Sunshine had always sent them for me, and he was nowhere to be found, and I was afraid to leave for fear you’d think…oh, I don’t even want to imagine what you might think!
So I turned again and looked into your precious face, my flower, my Marguerite, my Daisy, my emerald-eyed princesse and knew that I didn’t need any keyboard or or mousie or magic connection to get my message to you. We are connected across the miles, and we always will be.
After I’d had my time to drink in your essence through your words, I went to the big north window and sang for you, and over the cold and under the stars, I know you heard my song, my lady. All my love flows to you, all my thoughts are of you this day to celebrate the promise of St. Valentine, all 24 hours of this precious day for lovers near and far.
Please my most precious flower of the day, look out your window on the balcony and look to the south. You will see a soft red glow on the horizon and you will know it is my heart aflame for you.
You have my heart forever, my most constant love, as you have since that amazing day in June four years ago when you pledged your devotion to me.
Until we may be together,
All my love,
Read about Mlle. Daisy Emerald and the long-distance affaire between the mature French-Canadian feline lady and the young American opera star.
They so enjoy writing florid Victorian-style letters to each other, sometimes the poets, sometimes the artists, sometimes the bonneted Mlle. Daisy Emerald and the beplumed Giuseppe Verdi in their Revolutionary roles as we prepare for our Fetes Nationales.
Giuseppe’s useless human apologizes for not getting his magic messages posted. She has been busy keeping food in the bowls with all those silly computers. Giuseppe is sure his beloved will never speak to him again and I am under surveillance for possible correction if she indeed does not, but I have assured him that her heart is true.
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