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I am writing you this letter to reaffirm my love, and warm your heart on cold days.
My dreams are naught but a playground for your amusement as wherever my mind wanders it returns to our wedding day whence we committed our love to one another.
Your beauty then as now is unparalleled by any fair maiden or well faceted bloke. Your eyes sparkle like perfect emeralds that all behold and envy. Your hairs fall like a waterfall I’d wish to occupy with you. But most of all I love you, your effortless loveliness, your divine smile and wondrous heart.
You have made me a better man and a father. Without you I’d still be an incompetent buffoon every day spent with you is worth it’s measure in gold and naught else could be worth as much as your laugh.
I love you forever and always, Queen of my heart, love of my life, Paris
Love from your, Darling Valentine