My Queen, from the moment I first saw you, not a single moment has passed where anything else occupied my heart. When I look at you, my heart races, my hands tremble, my eyes waver, my mind goes blank, and I forget everything else. I have wanted only you, and I will forevermore. You are my world, my light, my life, my salvation, my god, and my very meaning. I love every single thing about you—your way of speaking, your smile, your gait, your gestures, your gaze, your scent, your hair, your struggles, your wavering eyes, your trembling hands... My Queen, you likely have no idea how many times a day I think of you. You probably don't know what thoughts cross my mind every time I see you. Do you even know that you are the only one for me? That my head is filled entirely with you... Yet why are you so cold to me, even though I look only at you? Why are you so indifferent, as if you don't care for me at all? Why do your eyes not turn toward me? Why is it that you, of all people, do not want me? At least say something; I would rather you hate me. My world, please do not abandon me... My love, I want you to look only at me. To want me and seek me... It may be a futile greed, but I will never be able to give up on you. That is why I struggle like this, trying to get your attention by any means. Even if I am this ugly, this wicked, I hope that you, at least, will see the truth within me and one day look upon me with affection. So today, I continue to wait, doing things my heart is not in. Any time is fine—no, as soon as possible, if you can, right now—please, look at me.