Letter from the Highwayman to Bess

To my sweet shuger plum Bell

Please can we spend our lives together? When I first sore you, I new you was the one for me. To me I see you as a queen of angils , with blushed rose cheeks. Your eyelashes are waves crashing aganst the shore. I dreem of you my dear.You are the girl of my dreem’s. ow you smell like a fresh red rose from a gold yard. But there is one think I neen to ask you my dear ,will you marry me .