Thursday, August 6, 2009

#4

from this day on, I choose you, my beloved Andy, to be my husband,
to live with you and laugh with you;
to stand by your side and sleep in your arms;
to be joy to your heart and food to your soul;
to bring out the best in you always;
and, for you, to be the most that i can.


to laugh with you in the good times;
to struggle with you in the bad times;
to solace you when you are downhearted;
to wipe your tears with my hands;

to comfort you with my body;
to mirror you with my soul;
to share with you all my riches and honors;
to play with you as much as i can until we grow old;
and still loving each other sweetly and gladly
our lives shall come to the end.

always my love, mr. prose.

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