From what looks like a death bed, the fears of not seeing or hearing you, the frantic beats of the heart to escape this stricken body and seek refuge in you, the dire need to get up and move right away, even if it is to fall, let it be near you than in this solitary confinement. Oh, my Love. Are you alright?
How many hurdles, hordes of them upon which we have laid our road to glory, still in pursuit of formally announcing our togetherness; My Lady! We are not finding anyone stronger than ourselves because we are the epitomes of strength and valour right now. For, the extent to which we endure everything and stand tall is only known to us.
My Bubbles, you are the Woman of my Life. I am so proud of that and I take immense pride to announce it to this world and beyond. Of how you have conducted yourself, through strifes so rife, of mutinies and revolts and battles and its scars... In the blinding pain and fading sight, of how fair and clear you have marched through, paving way for definitions to be redefined in your own right, claiming bragging rights all to yourself, rising and sailing across turbulence... You have made me bow down to your excellence. I never bow down but, you have achieved this today. I bow down, my Lady! My Lovely Bubbles \(^_^)/ -rPhoenix