It was raining that night, when we kissed for the first time.

While outside the window, the raindrops pitter pattered on leaves that shivered and sparkled, inside we made love for the first time!

You are the completeness of my incompleteness.

Your love intoxicates me into an intoxication of intoxicating intoxication.

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

We will join our palms together, fingers intertwined in each other, and look at the stars in the night sky!