I have been sitting here this afternoon trying to shine up my old and unused armor that I had in the closet. I have tried to put it on but it is tight (as I have not used it for a long time) but, fortunately, I can still fit into it (even though I have to hold my breath in a lot).
I did go to the racetrack this morning and found an old horse that they were going to put out to pasture (make it into glue) and I purchased him for a song (and a dance too) and now, if he doesn't bend under my weight, I can ride into the freeways between here and there and hopefully go and rescue my fair and beautiful maiden.
I hope you don't get too shocked when you see me waiting at the corner of your office dressed in armor and atop an old horse and waiting for you to come out so that I can rescue you from the dreadful future that is facing you without me (I do pray that the horse will hold both of us up so that we can make a clean getaway).
I will have my cd player with me and you can recognize me easily as I will be the one playing "The Impossible Dream" and "Man of La Mancha" over and over again, of course, if you don't recognize me to begin with (as the only person atop an old horse and with armor), then maybe your eyesight is getting bad and you need glasses.
I do hope you don't mind the place I am taking you to dinner afterwards (a picnic area where I can tie up my horse) and an old tree stump where we can share some bread and wine and sure kiss a lot (like Sir Lancelot).
Please pack a good lunch as riding back down will take a day or two and I do not have too much money to buy food with (I hope you don't mind if we stop, here and there, and wash dishes to pay for hay so that we can feed the horse, as a dead horse on the freeway might cause us some problems with the law).
I have put in a request with the Department of Names for name changes for both you and me (so that no one can find us). In your case you new name will be Dulci (like sweet candy) and with me it will be Don De La Mancha (these dry cleaners are doing a rotten job these days aren't they?).
Oh well, at least after all of this is done we can begin chasing our dream (fighting windmills together). Do you know of any windmills around?
I hope this goes to prove just how much I do love you as I would not make such a fool of myself in front of anyone else, but for you I will become the best fool around (oohh this sound good! Fooling Around!!).
So have your radio tuned in and when the news reports that there is an old fool atop a horse speeding down the turnpike you will know that I am almost there.
Your Loving Swain