For everything that you are, I am but an artist in awe of his muse, his mastery at his craft a sham in the face of Beauty.

For every way you have loved me, I am a warrior with renewed reason to brave the demons in the battlefields of life.

For everything that you have given me, I am the wealthiest man in heart and soul, deserving of the most opulant of kingdoms.

For everything I am, I am but the poorest tenant for the room in your heart.

For the 22nd of February, Happy 365, my love.