Congratonlations, you have the honour of being the first person to be placed on the Biscuit List.

I kow tow to your beauty.
I grovel in your presence.
My tongue becomes tied when i try to talk with you.
Even on a new moon you would supply enough shinning light for me to read to you the poetry that would make your heart sing.
Though i am not worthy, every princess needs a prince. I am only fit to grovel at your feet and treat you as a deity.
I can only offer myself as sacrifice.
Take me at your will.