You had the pleasure of being courted by your sweet pretty little neighbor Edgar...He was a very kind young man. Maybe a bit spoiled and sensitive but he was very caring and polite. And he delighted in all things soft and good in the world. Bumble bees, daisies, sunshine and cakes...And he was so handsome. Fine light gold curls, clear blue eyes, freckled cheeks and a dimpled smile.

Ever since you stayed with his family when you were little, them helping you with a twisted ankle he liked you. He'd ask you all sorts of sweet questions, read his poetry to you, come over for dances and parties, tell you what a little lady you are!

Your family was delighted at the little gent and how you became proper and polite in his presence...He was a great influence on you.

And as you got older this turned naturally into courtship...Rosy cheeks, soft laughs, shy touches...Oh how he wants to marry you.

He walks with you this morning, your hand gently in his. He holds it like glass as he leads you through the Moors...The wind is easy today like sweet Edgar has made it lessen with his glowing prescene...And he has insisted on showing you a special spot.

He finally shows you a beautiful little grove of honey suckle and daisies and violets and wild roses...He looks at you excitedly and beams..."Well here it is..." He says his voice soft and proper as ever. "The little bit of sweetness the Moors has to offer..."