My dearest Jocelyn, It is strange to think, that I haven't seen you since a month. I have seen the new moon, but not you. I have seen sunsets and sunrises, but nothing of your beautiful face. The pieces of my broken heart are so small that they could be passed through the eye of a needle. I miss you like the sun misses the flower. Like the sun misses the flower in the dept of winter. Instead of beauty to direct its light to, the heart hardens like the frozen world your absence has banished me to. My next competition is in the city of Paris. I'll find it cold and in the winter if you were not there. Hope guides me. It is what helps me through the day, and more specially the night. Hope that after you're gone from my sight it will not be the last time I looked upon you. With all the love that I possess, I remain yours. The knight of your heart
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My dearest Jocelyn,
It is strange to think, that I haven't seen you since a month. I have seen the new moon, but not you. I have seen sunsets and sunrises, but nothing of your beautiful face.
The pieces of my broken heart are so small that they could be passed through the eye of a needle.
I miss you like the sun misses the flower. Like the sun misses the flower in the dept of winter. Instead of beauty to direct its light to, the heart hardens like the frozen world your absence has banished me to.
My next competition is in the city of Paris. I'll find it cold and in the winter if you were not there.
Hope guides me. It is what helps me through the day, and more specially the night.
Hope that after you're gone from my sight it will not be the last time I looked upon you.
With all the love that I possess, I remain yours.
The knight of your heart
- A Knight's Tale
William's letter to Jocelyn
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