Oh, beloved, I have been enamoured of you for ten years or longer. The very sight of your familiar face and bodily shape causes my heart to flutter, and liquids to flow in Amazonian profusion.
I dream of you vividly and think of you constantly. Your very name is a poem in my soul and a concerto in my blood.
You ignite my fires and fill gaps no other has been capable of. Our minds, like complementary wavelengths, tune in with an immediacy never-before experienced.
I long for you with absolute constancy and savour our rare moments together with sensual glee.
I am, I feel, a better person for having met you. With you, I can be myself: sexy, greedy, childlike, warm, giggly, bawdy, replete.
Ah! I am so happy to be in love with you, my milk chocolate Lindt bar!