Let fallen tears on paper be my most read love letter. Read intently the sincerity between the lines as if the world was ending and I was in my final hour. The tears that permeate white paper are more significant, poignant and telling than anything that I can communicate through writing. You are the purpose of my breathing; you are the perfume of flowers on summer evenings; You are my love; you are my everything. You are the bursting of the dawn after a long night that causes birds to sing. You are the profoundly romantic poems of intimate whisperings. You are what I hold onto when everything around me falls apart; I love you — you are the life within me; you are my world; you are my heart.