That I, the poor, lonely, lost man that I am, might have the temerity to even believe I could write these words is the greatest symbol I will ever offer to you. For while the oceans have passed between us, and though the miles that have separated us have felt like the ever-increasing span of the Sahara, I never lost hope that you could be my princess.
May this object be that symbol that says "I love you". May it tell you that of all the women in this enormous world, you are a true princess to me. All the times and memories that have shaped us while we have been apart are untouchable. And therefore know that there is no other to whom I will turn and offer my heart to nurture, to teach and to love.
by S.P.
by S.P.
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