Amanda.

Before you answer, look at the stars. Know that for a billion years their light remains unchanged. That a thousand thousand stars could live and die and I could never love you more or less. Love the landscape of your body and your silken skin. Your voice as soft and dreamy as the wind in the trees and your eyes as brilliant as fireworks. Love your flower petal lips and, know that you seem more distant than any star. That as innumerable as they are, I would search each one for a million years if it meant I could find something more to give to you than the very voice from my throat and all the breath from my lungs.