Deeply. Fiercely. Violently. With all that I am.
To bleed.
Exposing the soul to the anguish of rejection.
I may be called a fool.
But, did not someone once say
that being a fool for love is good?
Is it not an untenable risk,
To give you the greatest power?
To expose a spirit so delicate, bruised. . .
You are worth the risk.
Know that you are indeed loved.
Know that I require nothing in return.
Except for you to just be loved by me.
Your Husband
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