Saying such a thing will make me flustered—it is only a coincidence that it lines up in that manner! It was not intentional. Only wanted to show my fondness, one that is reminiscent of you. This is rather embarrassing of me; you know how nerve-wrecking this is. I sing carols of you, will you listen to the lullaby, my dearest Macunio? My false saintess, pearlescent lamb in a prince’s attire, I adore you.