Maybe it’s the best time

Ave, dear!
Falling in love consist merely in uncorking the imagination and bottling a common-sense. I like my morning coffee, and there is a comforting quality in every steaming cup of hot tea, but nothing can be better than drinking it with you after a lovely night. Yes, I enjoy my cookies and crumpets and a splash of honey on my buns, but there is nothing better than morning breakfast with the taste of your lips, my dear.
And though chocolates are so tempting, I will chuck them over my shoulder faster than my heart can beat if I have to choose between them and you as my reward.
Waiting for your letter
Sophya N