You raised me from the slumber of melancholy, and more than once. You came and You saw and You exhaled life into me. I owe You my heart, yes, but my eternal energies as well. Upon everything will I labor. And I will, I swear, touch Your lips in sigh and murmured sweetness even when the world has grown dim around us.
I owe no less than forever.
Happy anniversary, my Love.
–servus






