"Cafuné ",the manly scrawl read
"Cafuné– the act of tenderly running fingers through someone's hair"

She whispered the words as she read them,slowly

"For the second time in my life,
I'm caught in a daze,
I tripped over the heart of a beautiful girl,
and stumbled, helpless, straight into her gaze,
now nothing else matters,
but her beautiful curls.

People might tell me that this is a craze, "it's nothing, you fool, but the honeymoon phase!"
But I don't believe them,
no, not for a day,
I'll run my fingers through her hair, and practice "Cafune""

She read the letter again,savouring their taste
Relishing their feel,
As the gaping hole formed anew,but this time it wasn't tearing her,
It was forging her.

"So oh fair maiden,
Won't you grace me with the presence of those husky eyes and sharp tongue?
Artemis's forests
At 12 chimes
   ~yours "