Dear　　　　,

　　I can picture us　　　　in a field of wild flowers. My kisses would fall upon your　　　　, your 　　　　, and your　　　　, while you　　　　my 　　　　and whisper how much you　　　　me.

　　When we finally　　　　, our　　　　would be so powerful that we'd become one in both body and soul.

　　Our signs and sweet　　　　would reveal that the beauty of our　　　　could rival that of the

　　　　　　and the sky, and the soul searing bliss that would tingle through our bodies would be a 　　　　 that neither of us would ever forget.

　　Love,