What can I say, really…
I’m a hopeless romantic.
That will never change.
Longing thus for thee
Is ever more sweet than bliss
From any other.
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David Emeron: Sonnets 
I am so fortunate to belong to you, my love. Here’s to the next forty years! You are my guiding star…
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I sit here, one room away. The door is open. You make not a sound. It is our house. Here we are. As safe as we can be.
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how beautiful. it made me sigh deeply. Here’s to you and your Fairy Princess!!! :-)
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Thank you. No matter how lost I may have been as a young man; I yet was ever found as well. Puts me in mind of an old hymn. Spock is dead. (are you nerdy enough for that one? ; )
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finish the sentence: the needs of the many….
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I could do so, but I like it the other way around as Spock also realised in that moment. And right afterwards we have Amazing Grace played on the Highland pipes by Scotty.
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