Her hands trembled as she read the words he'd written so carefully. From the very first paragraph, he spoke so highly of her that she was sure he'd mistakenly written her name in the salutation.
There was no possible way she was worthy of descriptions such as angelic, goddess and perfect.
When she was sure that he couldn't possibly praise her any more, she came to the next page where even more words of love and admiration were written.
Daphne, my love...
Before I met you, my life was filled with hopelessness and despair...
And then you came along; a stunningly beautiful angel with a heart of gold who made a simple task such as doing Frasier's laundry so mesmerizing. I simply couldn't take my eyes off of you.
For I had just met the woman with whom I had already started to fall deeply in love.
Since you have come into my life, I have found meaning within it. Things that never made sense before are suddenly clear.
Tears filled her eyes when she read further down the page.
All of this is because I found such a wonderful woman.
Daphne read on; the following pages blurred by her tears. He was comparing her to various roses; three of them.
Surely he didn't find her worthy of comparison to such a beautiful flower. But apparently he thought differently.
For he'd described each rose in detail that was so vivid, she could almost smell their sweet scent. And then he'd attributed aspects of one rose to each of her qualities; one represented her beauty. One represented her passion and finally one for her humor.
Still more words about how he would love her unconditionally for the rest of his life and throughout eternity.
And just when she thought he couldn't possibly compliment her any further, her eyes fell onto the last line on the last page;
All of this comes from deep within my heart, perhaps as a prelude to the question I've wanted to ask since I first fell in love with you...
Daphne Moon will you do me the greatest honor I could ever imagine by becoming my wife?