lover’s hearts connected together with thousands of “pinky-swears,” lover’s lips locked tight in hundreds of french-braided kisses and a two-tongues-tied, single promise of a life time of sacrifice to one another... to my betrothed, my chosen love, my never ending discovery of this, your ever-unwrapping gift; what was once a child’s sweet heart, has become a storm-tested harbor, a resting place for my weary soul. my eyes still dazzled at the sight of your undulating hills covered only in a million forget-me-knots. my heart still sings in unison to the thrumming, rhythm of our song, together with the beating of the heart that gave me yours.
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*for this, our 37th Valentine's sweetheart Day, together... i love you, my darling, my sweet Becky!
post script.
pinky-swear: a child’s promise made and sealed in ****** expression with a pinky finger shake