I yearned to rush into your arms, unleashing a passionate kiss, shedding my fears to declare my love. You are my everything—the evening waves, the dawn breaking through darkness, a symphony of lullabies in the silence.
You are the ache my heart clings to, the calm post-storm, a radiant rainbow behind clouds. Your beauty captivates me, and I wish you knew the depth of my love.
I desire only you, not someone else randomly encountered. When I set my sights, I want to love, nurture, and claim. Possessiveness isn't my style, but if it secures your love, I'd mark you like a wolf.
I'd embrace your playful teasing about my height, see myself through your eyes like a content hamster. I'd share my imperfect singing, welcome your unique love language, and savor the strawberry milkshake from our first meeting.
I'd prefer your admiration for my body, your tears when we're apart, and the shared moments listening to "Si Te Pudeira Mentir." I'd gladly listen to your passions and celebrate your birthday even from a distance.
You're my sun, moon, and star—the future father of our daughter, named after my middle name. I don't want someone better; I want you, and waiting for a lifetime with you is no hardship.
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