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Babe, 11/5/2015

I am sitting here thinking about you and how much I love you, and how much you mean to me. Here is something for you.
I love you with all my heart. You have given me such pleasure. I felt it from the start. You are my one true treasure. I will never mistreat you, for you are my true love. We will never be through. My angel from above. When you say you love me for life, I feel it to the depths of my soul.
Referring to yourself as my future wife makes me whole. I will give you my undying devotion and love for as long as I live. I shall kiss you and drink of your potion. For you, I will give all I have.
I want to be with you each night. Falling asleep together...making the world so right: loving each other forever.

I love you,
Bee

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