Tell me something wicked.

Thou Shalt Not Covet Thy Cousin‟s Wife. Moses must have forgotten to write that one down

It wasn‟t even desire. It was far more than that. It was love. Love. With a capital L and swirly script and hearts and flowers and whatever else the angels— and yes, all those annoying little cupids—wished to use for embellishment.

My love has eyes blue as the sky. Her warm, bright smile makes me want to try To give her the world, And when she's curled Up in my arms where I can feel her touch, I realize again that I love her so much. My world has turned from black to white. Kissing in starlight, basking in sunlight, dancing at midnight.' ~John's poem for Belle

You don't always have to kiss a lot of frogs to recognize a prince when you find one -Henrietta Barett

I also think he is given to disguises...Sometimes he wears spectacles and sometimes he does not. And twice he has worn an extremely peculiar hat. Inside.

That was very rude of me.” “Think nothing of it. You’ve done worse.