“My queen…look at me.”

It was a common sight for others to see. Pure vanilla’s soft voice filled so clearly with admiration. Even as his thick cream eyelashes remained closed and his trusty staff gazed at you with its only eye.

“Lillies will bloom only for you as long as we are together. if only eternity would promise us a forever together.”

He used a free hand to gently caress and map out your features, like he would with braille.

“My world. Adventures, hopes and dreams. You are my everything!”

Pure vanilla all but sung your praises with a soft flush dusting his cheeks.

The wind on this nice spring day gently blew his soft blonde hair about, allowing it to caress his face, even as his hat sat on his head.