Praise

I blush at your words of praise, as truly, they please me.

Words are my greatest, if not only, passion.

Certainly they are my true and only love.

I adore being able to pick up a quill and with it take a single vocable to parchment and, upon pairing it with others, turn it into a distinct meaningful element of impeccable locution or writing.

More than my love of words, is my affection towards praise.

Dare I call it addiction?

Much as I take joy in forming intricate utterances, I take even greater pleasure when a chap from a far off land reads my work and leaves a review.

I strive when they scathe, I flourish when they praise.

So I ask you, readers mine;

Feed my devotion to-

Fuel my obsession with-

Provoke my infatuation with-

Incite my passion for-

Stoke my love of-

Inflame my mania for-

Intensify my enslavement to-

-praise.