I could ask for the moon and be disappointed with her brilliance.
I could reach for the sun, and find it too inconstant upon which I could rely.
I might dabble amongst the stars and come away feeling lonely at their insincerity;
but never in my life have I ever found anyone like you, with whom I hope to always share everything.
I love you more than the moon loves her blanketed evening sky.
I love you more than the sun loves his summer days.
I love you more than the stars love the children who wish upon them,
for never have I found anyone who fills my soul as you.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
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