Dearest Persiphone

Dearest Persiphone,

These past few weeks have been amazing. I feel as though I've found in you a person whom I have truly connected with and with whom my heart has grown so attached that it would die if let go. I've searched these past few days for how to truly let you know how I've begun to feel about you, and because poetry, language, and music is not especially my thing, I have gone with many opinions and advice from friends and peers and have searched high and low for words that best explain my affinity for you. Kid Rock's latest single, "So Hott" seems to encapture my emotions for you to the fullest, and therefore it is these words that I send to you... and your heart:

You got a body like the devil and you smell like sex.
I can tell that you're trouble but I'm still obsessed.
Because you know you're so hot, I want to get you alone.
So hot.
I want to get you stoned.
So hot.
I don't want to be your friend, I want to fuck you like I'm never going to see you again.
Well, come on.
You're like the kiss of death, the hand of faith.
I can tell you're trouble but I still want a taste.
You're so hot.
I want to get you alone.
So hot.
I want to get you stoned.
So hot.
I don't want to be your friend, I want to fuck you like I'm never going to see you again.

It is with these words I figuratively kneel before you... and ask for your hand in marriage. I hope you know that my heart is as pure as my(and Kid Rock's) words, and that when I say that I want to get you alone, get you stoned, and fuck you like I'm never going to see you again, it is with the full and utmost sincerety of a man in love. I hope to hear your response soon after you read this, until then...