Call me a fool for love, but I love her more than any thing or any other or any delightfully enticing possibility that could ever come along. And when our time together comes to an end, for whatever reason, if I have more days to spend on this Earth, they will be but bleak, withered shadows of the life and the joy that I have known in her loving, gracious arms.
Thank you, My Love, and Happy Valentine's Day!
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Friday, June 21, 2013
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