Dear Andrea,
Your man is lucky, he holds you, he kisses you, he breathes you in,
I cannot tell you this face-to-face, however, I find you extremely and exceptionally attractive,
There is not a day that keep my guard with you, my walls crumble whenever our eyes meet
Your smile can break my chest plate, your laughter cracks my shield, and your touch dismantles my head gear
My lance rusts to oblivion
Your man is lucky, he holds you, he kisses you, he breathes you in,
I cannot tell this to you personally because you know how I am,
I fear my mouth, that it will give way to you finding out,
If you find this letter, then you know what I mean.
With words meant to be said, yet left unsaid,
-Bran
What a profound affection from a heart longing to behold the sacred object of his adoration.
Bran, if you disclose the family name of Andrea, she might find her way here through google.com. )