Oh, my love, I am completely convinced there aren’t words in the language splendid and beautiful enough to describe the passion I feel for you, but I shall, once again, attempt to convey the beauty and the intensity of what is within me with mere words.

My love for you is like a beautiful flower, but more radiant in color and sweeter in fragrance than any in the world. My love for you is like a tree, growing strong and tall, bravely stretching up to touch the blue of the heavens. My love for you is like the starlight in the sky, brilliant and dazzling against the velvet night. My love for you is like the unseen wind on a sweltering, hot day, as it soothes the sweating brow. My love for you is like water running down a mountain stream, rushing toward the valley while boasting a lush, white froth. My love for you is like pink cotton candy at the fair, so delicate and yet sweet to taste. Lastly, my love for you is covered in respect and admiration, just as the skin of a red apple covers and protects its treasure. Dearest, all of this love for you abides within my flesh, within my heart, within my very soul, and shall until I draw my last breath of life.