You read what is written on
a fragrant blush-hued letter:

My name is Dunn and I like roses
and combat and the colour purple
and kittens.

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From the Aalen forest,
the birds do ring.
From blush-hued letters,
your pleasures sing.

Dear Dunn.
I know your name.

It seems
we now know
your favourite flowers.
Or perhaps
those of your admirer?
Do they wish
you'd sent them instead?
I think they want
to raise a kitten with you,
paint the picket fence purple too.

Dear Dunn.
I know you like combat.

You've whooped me a few times.
Thanks for the lessons, champ.
I do hope you find your admirer,
so I don't have to play
the middle-man fiddle.

Dear Dunn.
I know you hate peace, love, and doves.
So now, to spite your admirer,
I offer a public slap of my glove!

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Miraman, in the year 997 AF.