My Dear Future Husband,

The One from whose ribs I was formed,

This piece comes from my heart,
And to your heart alone, it will dwell.

To the world, I may not be the best artist,
But with you, I will paint the world with beautiful things even better than the best artist.

I don't need a Spanish guitar, when from your heart strings of melodious melodies flows
to mine,
Surpassing all the instrumentation of the best orchestrator in the world.

As the sun rises and beautifies the earth, so will my smiles constantly beautify your heart.

Like children, we will play,
paying little or no worries to the cares of this world.

Together we will climb...