A thread connects you and me, my darling wife Rosine, a thread so magical, that no one else can see it. It binds us together in the strongest ways protecting us from the toughest of days and that miraculous thread is our marriage. Of being together, it has made me pledge, to which I’ll abide, no matter what, my dearest wife. I will love you forever more, bright angel star, would I were steadfast as you are, not in lone splendour hung aloft the night and watching with eternal lids apart, like nature’s patient, sleepless recluse, the moving waters at their priest like task of pure ablution round earth’s human shores or gazing on the new soft fallen mask of snow upon the mountains and the moors. No–yet still steadfast, still unchangeable, pillowed upon my fair love’s ripening breast, to feel forever its soft fall and swell, awake forever in a sweet unrest. My darling wife, I will love you always with deep devotion and adoration.
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