I didn't know what I wanted until I wanted you. You are lovely in so many ways. How long will you delight my expectations? Can I in good conscience be the one you love? Do you not desire more than I am? But I do love you so. If I'm loved by you I will give you everything you love. Your peace is my purpose. Your grief is disquieting to me. Everyday I will love you more; how can I not? You are my reason to brag. You are my reason for satisfaction. You are my reason to give thanks.
Many on the forum have asked me, so here's my answer: a spoonful of lighter fluid. And you'll need to wash it out really well when you're done.