"Leah, Leah, Leah, my dear sweet Leah, how does your garden grow?"
My true love has my heart, and I have his. Together in marriage, together at heart. In good times and hard. In sickness and in health. For now and forever.
Monday, May 16, 2011
love
If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I. ~ Michel de Montaigne
I know I love him, every minute of every day. I get letters and post cards. I get incredibly spoiled and I love him with all my heart... xoxoxoxox
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