Each time I take pen in hand, gravity seems to guide my hand in the composition of love songs to you. It's as though the natural rhythm of my heart and the pulse in my fingers are the authors of my soul. My every motion is a reverberation of your impact. Each moment of my life is a result of your influence. I breathe you in and, in the stirring of my being, feel you working within me. The life in my veins carries your signature, and to it I can add nothing.
Dearest Marie, you will exist in my heart til I draw my final breath. At that moment, I shall know it is so as your whisper of love warms my heart and calms my soul once again.
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