Gifts for a future Queen

Disclaimer: I don't own Nintendo or any of the characters, but you already knew that.

Warning: My grammar sucks, bear with me.

It's nearly Valentine's Day, Junior has been asking about you often. The other Kooplings have their own castles, causing mayhem without their dad. Other than Jr., memories are all I seem to have left. Days when I had you in my arms, my grasp, and you were thinking of another. Every time you got rescued, a part of me died inside.

I can't tell you how I feel, words can't seem to form. I've sent flowers, candy, and even some of the rarest jewels of Darklands to you, only to have no response. What do I have to do to please you, to hold you, to have you in my life? He doesn't tell you he loves you! He doesn't call you all those sweet names that you deserve to be called!

Even though you hate being around me, I do everything I possibly can to keep and make you happy. From fresh roses in your room to body wash that smells of peaches and cream. When I smell it, I think of you, and I find a place to cry.

Don't think of it as kidnapping you; just think of it as a "forced meeting". When I hold you, I feel complete, I feel invincible. But at the same time, I can't help but feel weak, as you are my strength and weakness. I wake up, and fall asleep with you in my mind and heart.

You know how I feel, and still you reject me. You love someone that doesn't love you, and you don't love who's in love with you. What sense does that make?!

I haven't hurt you, forced myself on you, or killed your lover. Which by the way, all those can be pretty easy to do.

I see how you look at him, like he's the center of your universe, and I'm just a black hole. Heartless and evil…with no emotion, but to destroy, right? Tell me if I'm on the right track….

You couldn't be more wrong..

I will make you mine someday, right or wrong, in this life or the next…I will make you mine….because, that's what love does to me. It's not about control, lust, or power…it's about knowing that I can't live without you. That it breaks my heart when you call for another, and look at me with tears of hate and pain. You call me such hurtful names, they cut into me like a razor blade, but out of love…I forgive you. that's what one does, when they're in love.

In time, I hope you know, and understand that. In spite of what you may think, I'm actually your puppet, and you pull my heartstrings. You cut them, but they seem to heal, stronger then ever.

Peach, what a name…if it were up to me…I would call you Rose, Goddess, Venus, anything like that. Peach doesn't do you justice. If it were really, truly up to me…I'd call you mine…I'd call you, "My Queen".

My lovely, beautiful, angelic queen….one who's skin is like snow, but feels like porcelain. Whose hair is like sunlight, but warm like a summer's day. Eyes that are pools of priceless sapphires…lips that feel like rose petals, but addicting as candy.

Till then, I'll keep trying…because, I know that I'm right…my heart, mind, and body says so.

From me to you, my lovely princess…

I love you,

A lovelorn king.