Your heart, My dear,
Is ever being intertwined with mine,
a close knit fabric of love and romance,
like the elegant fabric of silk, or lace,
so fine.

To you I earnestly look,
and see my heart lose control,
and words pour out like,
water from a fountain piece.
These my days of joyful delight,
are brought on by you,
your smile,
and your beautiful blessed heart.

Prayers are lavished upon you,
as are smiles, and loving remarks,
each day is a blessing to which I inquire
"Lord, How many more will you bless me with?"
and hope he says a million more,
more often than not, I hope for
million upon millions of days, weeks, months,
that I may spend with you.

I admit, not all things I do demonstrate
love, some things I say are bitter and harsh
but I pray you forgive me, and apologise swiftly,
Always. My heart is for you,
not against, I cannot have you believe that.
I say I love you,
and by all that I am,
I mean it.