To everyone about to read this, what lies below is about as sappy as a IHOP decanter full of mullberry syrup. The Surgeon General says anyone with diabeties should direct their web browser to a different page, one with a lower sugar rating. Also, most psychiatrists sudgest that anyone with relationship issues, problems, phobias, etc. should also not read this sort of lovey-dovey stuff. If you do not heed this warning and can't get to your insulin fast enough or throw yourself down a flight of stairs (yes, that goes for you dragons too) I wash my hands of it. You were warned.


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I lie beside you at night and press myself close to your back, and marvel at how perfectly we fit together, like two pieces in a puzzle. I rest my cheek against your shoulder and feel you move at the touch of my stubble, breathing in the scent of you, the orchard smell of autumn and your new playfuly nostalgic scent of baked cakes.

I find you in stores my sniffing you out, smelling for you and feeling for the iridecent sheen of your bubbles. You always ask how I can find you and I laugh as you frown slightly when I tell you. Sometimes you laugh too.

It's been forever. More than forever it feels like. I know you won't see this, but it makes me feel better to write it down. It's been building up and I didn't realize, but it has to be said now. Right now.

I can't see beyond you, your eyes, your hair, your lips that tang with the cloying sweetness of apples and spiced fall air. I try to describe you, try to think exactly how I feel and words fly from my mind like doves to leave me a simpering fool in your presence.

You call me an angel with wings of silver light.
You call me a devil with a sense of humor.
You call me your hero, your shoulder, your pillar, your savior.

I call you my goddess.

You've made me harder and I've made you softer and sometimes I wonder if that's how it should be or not.

In the years to come I wonder how we will change, how we will grow and I shiver with anticipation of watching our children grow and learn and find love of their own. I am frightened and excited and worried all in one.

I pine for your touch, your looks, your kisses like soft wingbeats of some exotic and endangered bird, yearning to fly free. After all this time when our eyes meet my heart still speeds up and I find it hard to draw breath.

Others may have found you lacking. Others may have saught pastures that seemed greener at the time. Others might have thought they would find better in another's arms and hearts and lips. These others were fools. They have given up freely a treasure that I would fight, kill, live to defend.

I have no poetry for my hearts true feeling, no words to describe the fire and light you bring to my life. Your brilliance blinds and your touch sears, I am branded, marked, bound to you by more than our love and our lust and our progeny. I cannot see our future in cards or crystal or leaves, and this does not scare me. Wherever we step, we step together, and I hold my head proudly to be honoured with the presence of you.

My huntress, my goddess, my forever girl.
I will always be here, come what may.