My Dear One,
Is it possible that you know the breadth of my love for thee? The breadth, the breadth, the breadth, the breadth, the breadth of my love for thee. I tell you now. Our love is written in the stars. Before my first breath I loved you. Before your first breath I loved you. After I am gone I love you. Richer, poorer, sickness, health. Memories of laughter gushing springlike from deep in our bellies. Gulping cries and silent tears of heart rending sorrow. Lessons and walks and movies and chores. Bedtime stories and night time prayers. Bottles and battles and favors and fights. Whispered secrets and slides and swings and rocking chairs. Life confirming embraces. Soft, sweet kisses of Eskimos and butterflies. Enthusiastic dances to the soundtrack of our lives. How many meals prepared by warm and loving hands? Long, languorous talks solving problems of the world. Separations that made the angels weep. In spite of our misdeeds certainly passion binds us. My heart secure that above all, our love endures. That above all, above all, above all, above all, above all, our love endures.