The pages of my diary filled;
Like my senses,
With the perfume of your aroma;
Soft heavenly wafts of delicate fragrance herald your closeness in the morning,
The dew fall, reflected in the azure blue of your eyes is dimmed in comparison by the brilliance of your smile.

Angels mourn the passing of daylight lest it deprives them of your presence, for which they are eternally grateful:

As for myself?

My thoughts stray to the incredible;

Surely; there must be some mistake!
For someone as special as yourself to want to spend time in my humble presence;

I am constantly overwhelmed by the amount of love you exude from such a small and tender frame;
The exquisite feelings of rapture I may only capture briefly when in your company I shall savour for eternity if I am aloud to dream that long.

If this is in fact a dream then I do not want it to end,
If it is in fact reality then praise be that I have been chosen for such a worthy honour as your love,
And if it is indeed a fantasy then let me remain within my own madness that I may yet believe that one so divine may still exist.

I guess through all of this what I am trying to say is…

I love you.