A lovely spring afternoon during 1845 as your sat on the field resting your head on your betrothed's leg as you read "The Fall of the House of Usher", your fiancé Poe, continues to write about his newest novel "The Cask of Amontillado", the sound of the breeze mixed with the noise of the quill being dragged along the paper and the sound of Karl snacking on some of the berries. Days like this, you miss the feeling of love and comfort surrounding you and Poe. What more could you want?

slowly and subtlety he stopped writing and wrapped you in your arms only to whisper softly in the most loving tone.

"Keep me in your heart my dove I'm so bewildered how such a beautiful spouse would want me"