For before the book of history, love and courtship had it mysteries. My love is as old as time, my hope so many times difined. The passion we share is that of legend and the vows we make have little compashion. for what stand before us, and what stands behind is overcome but dreams are what it seem we live on, and to me no better foundation for us to sit on. My love, my life my hope, come to me now, and lay by my side, and with our passion lets spend the night discovering who we are inside.

from my sweetie.

why are you crying my love?

It was very moving, I get emotional over stuff like this.

love it