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My love will always be yours as long as bears, eagles, and lobsters have claws; furniture has doors; rowboats have oars; true love is a just cause that I gladly want and beg for more. As long as people experience love, peace, and war; as long as crocodiles have jaws; as sure as lions roar; and in the ghetto most of its inhabitants are poor, my life without you would be nonexistent and a bore.

I love you to your sweet core and will always want more. There is one thing in this world that is for sure. You are the love of my life, the one that I will always adore. I want more of you than what you give, for as long as we both shall live. Let me be your bridge to joy; good times over troubled waters; and (God willing) someday we will have and produce sons and daughters. Let me share your soul so true love can take full control until we both grow tired, frail, and old. As long as the sun shines (and people drink wine), I want more of our love, joy, and time to share with you; genuine feelings of truth, happiness, and peace of mind where two people’s hearts become one and happily live together under the moon, stars, and the sun; working, laughing, sweating together to get the job done (until we are gray, and old, and no longer young); but along the way, always finding the time to play, having pleasure and having fun.

No matter what we have to endure or overcome, I want more of your smiles and kisses; for I will always be there to comfort you, understand, and listen to your hopes, dreams, wishes, and desires; because my love for you will never grow weary or tired. Give me more of your sweet love, your body’s lust, and trust that I will never let it deteriorate or rust and will never fail, take for granted, or dishonor until we both return back to the dirt and dust. I will always be your love slave and friend, someone that you can always count on and depend, because the love that we share will never end. For it is not only sacred but rare when two people treat each other fair, do more than love and care, but dare to commit their lives to each other as long as we both breathe air.

I want more of you…more than a lot; every last drop, until our two hearts fizzle out and stop (or until the rich no longer sail yachts and you are no longer considered a living, beautiful fox. The sad day that your precious body dies, decays, and rots, even then I will still want more, because you are the one that I am living for. You take my mind and body on a world tour that opens the door to the candy store where I always get quality (with no apology) and more. As long as the ocean runs to the edge of the shore, loving you is easy and never a chore, the way you give me so much more.

I will forever love you to the core; for that is the law, something good; you always want more; that gives you wings to fly and soar. As sure as lions roar, when it comes down to you, I will knock down life’s door just to get more; for your love is worth living and dying for. Our mature love that is well-baked and not raw, I will always crave for more! More! More! The sweetness of true love that we can’t ignore…give me more (galore for sure)! The essence of our sacred love is what I live for, eternally hold onto, and will forever adore (as long as we both shall live). True love is a gift that I will always give. I will always want more of you because of the sweet, sweet things you say, display, and do. I will always be eternally loyal, committed, and dedicated to you.