The young prince approached the single woman who for some time now has haunted his every waking thought and dream. He held roses behind his back, right deep red, as it was her favorite color. His heart continued to beat and thump, anticipation and fear running through his veins. He spoke with a large smile. " Hey Francesca, Can we talk mia principessa? It's important." He then held the roses out, his confident smile slowly fading into a strained one, filled with fear.
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Oz: Francesca...I can't not say it anymore...I....I love you princess...with all of my heart. Not a day goes by and I'm not thinking of you. I know..you see other men as well, and I want you to be mine. I feel alone when I'm not with you, I feel whole when your in my arms. I tried not to tell you how I felt up front..but even if you don't love me back....I had to tell you. You are the most precious thing to me.* grabs a chair and sits in front of her* I can not deny myself anymore. You are the only woman I want and need.