Dearest Beloved,
Though the fullness of the moon has passed me by many times, it feels as though I have been without out you countless ages. Like the winter rose blooming in adversity, it knows not what the life the sun can give. The rose seeks the rays of the sun, as does my heart seek the glittering rays of your warmth. For as the rose has turned cold and blue, my heart follows in hidden pace. For beauty remains with the faith of love. Seekth hope and ye shall find the answers longing in my heart. For the saddness of our distance cannot cry but a tear, for the depths of a winter cold freeze into crystals onto my face. For as the cold rose shall turn into a scarlet shade, so too will my heart the day I find you again. My heart is yours so long as you wish.
I love you not because you are perfect, but because you are so perfect to me.
----Nikodemus