And on cold wintry nights she loves listening to Elvis croon "Are you lonesome tonight?" just as I do.

He began reading her eyes more deeply and passionately than the books in the library.

And as you lay in my arms oh woman you looked more beautiful than the moon!

And what is life without the company of wine, women and good weather.

You are the completeness of my incompleteness.

She asks me silly questions.
Like how much do I love her?
I smile and look at the sky for how do I tell her that it is she who gives me my existence...