Tu es intelligente. Ton image me poursuit. Ce matin, le ciel était rouge comme l'amour. Ton absence me tue. Si on se mariait ?

This is one of 100.000.000 love letters by Marie de France.
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You are clever. Your image haunts me. This morning, the sky was red like love. Your absence is killing me. If we married?