Dear Love,
Milady, my one and only. The person whom my love will be bestowed. With you, I shall conquer the seven seas. You are the apple of my eye. I promise I won't hurt you at all. I promise I'll be careful with your heart. Though I pretended hard to be, I wanted your love and consolation more than anything else.
Could we talk about us? My friends say I'm dreaming my life away because of you. Do you think I should keep right on dreaming? My heart is at your command. I was telling a star last night just how wonderful you are and why I'm so in love with you.
Remember the first time I held your hands, I was sure I'll be the lucky guy to own those hands, the hands on whose fingers I'd be proud to see wearing my wedding ring. It's funny that I couldn't get rid of the habit of calling out your name at the creek that I'm so used to doing. I'm sorry I never took the time to look after your heart. I'd like to be able to nurse it back to health. I'm sorry I let my foolish pride took away so many good years out of our lives. I've pushed you too far. I'm sorry. Now you can have anything you desire, but just don't ever leave me.
Still waiting,
Shepherd
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