I've been caught up.
I lost myself. I gave in to my fears.
I want to come back now. Back to your arms. Back to your love.
My attitude has been ever so generously callous.
I've never known to trust. Never knew what the word meant until I met you.
I urge you to accept my apologies for yesterday and for the days gone by.
I beg you to understand that our love is still fresh, still divine, still alive albeit a tad afraid.
My brutally tough facade has been nothing but from the fears I have deep within.
Your fragile.
Your porcelain.
I've shattered you.
Please let me have the chance to bring back the pieces.
To fix you.
To fix us.
Let loose.
Run free.
Alone.
With Me.
Please. It's too late now to turn back now, I've let you steal my heart like a crook.
No other woman has captured my imagination.
No other woman has stolen the keys to my heart.
I still shudder from the thought of the touch of your hands brush against my face.
I still live a million lifetimes with you when our eyes meet in the warmth of our embrace in the darkness of the night.
Your lips still smoother and more full of life than the finest wine to touch mine.
Never been drunk. But I can hopelessly admit, I've been sloshed on you more than a million times.
Your neck, so heavenly in taste, in smell, in the way you blush and giggle ever so cutely when my lips are against it.
Your shoulders, so soft, yet firm, so perfect in shape and size.
Your collar bone, the place that has gotten so much attention from me, every time we were in the moment lying between the sheets.
I'll stop here. You'll blush like a baby with pink cheeks the next time you're in my arms when I describe the rest of you.
Don't be afraid, it will be soon. I promise.
Beso me gustar.
You're my woman.
Don't ever question the truth to whether I'm your man.
You need not question the answers.
You need not doubt the truth.
You know me.
Better than I know myself.
I'm humbled before you.
I'm never too egoistic to drop down to kiss your feet. I adore them. I adore the way you go crazy when I kiss them.
You're THE ONE. You have the only finger in this world that I'll place a wedding ring on.
You have the only tummy, our Natasha will live her life in for nine months, before I cradle her in my arms.
Take away everything, the downright amazing sex, the great food, and all of lifes pleasures. BUT.
Never deprive me of being the only man from 13-11-2007 to have the only right to your body.
I plead with you to never deprive me the chance to slip a ring on your finger.
I'd die, if you deprived me of Natasha.
Bésame, bésame mucho - Kiss me, kiss me a lot,
Como si fuera esta noche - As if tonight was
La última vez - the last time.
Bésame, bésame mucho - Kiss me, kiss me a lot,
Que tengo miedo a perderte - Because I fear to lose you,
Perderte después - To lose you again.
I do hope sincerely that this makes up for all the times I had copied and pasted things.
I want you to know that...
You are loved.
You are mine.
You are my wife. More importantly the love of my life.
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I don't have the heart to say the next thing in English.
I hope it takes a lifetime for you to figure it out.
