That a woman could understand me and we hold each other tearfully, is a higher level of intimacy that is incomparable to anything physical. To forgo a temporary night of pleasure because I treasure her is a sentiment that is spiritual. To lovingly convey to her that I desire for us to be of one breath, forsaking all others, until death, is an act that is deeply sentimental. When we are of one body who she was with before me is inconsequential. If she is in my rapture, I will unconditionally love her forever; my vows are not vain utterances or ineffectual words on paper. In a peaceful place under the sun, with an abundance of flowers, let us all gather together to witness a ceremony of passionate kisses, backless silk white dresses, and loving whispers. The exchange of rings is symbolic of the giving of ourselves to each other. She is radiant with the gold necklace that belonged to my late mother. She is an angel, for all I have is her.