You’re the most beautiful woman in the world. In case nobody said it today. And when you’re not around, I go on the memory of yesterday. That memory of how you shine. And that will carry me through. Until I get to tomorrow. And filled with anticipation for all the wonderful things you will do. The surprise. The fervor. That fever! When in your absence, everyone is lovely. But like a dog who’s lost his master, he waits timidly, warily and blue. All in the hope of that so-special someone returning back into view. Nobody does it like you! You’re loved. You’re treasured. There’s something wondrous that happens when you do the things you do. The whole world becomes still. And then that magical thrill! You captivate so strongly. You bring love out of places, from the deepest corners inside. And I make my way through, appreciating attention, when all I really want to do is talk to you. There’s a longing in the soul. But wherever there’s a hole, it’s filled – so much so it overflows! – on those days where I draw a red heart in marker on the calendar, when there’s a look and a nod! I die inside, a million deaths. I feel like I fall over like in one of those dramatic baptisms. And I rise up again, reborn into something better than before. It sounds like such a simple thing, but it has such power. It’s this infusion of light. Maybe if you ever look in the mirror you’ll get a sense of what I mean. That power that’s inside you, channeled through your beauty so serene. There are a lot of pretty people, and a lot of nice folks. But nobody has your power. Or your grace, or your splendor. You’re all of what’s beautiful in life, someone to cherish and remember. On those days you don’t appear. I go on the memory of yesterday. And filled with hope for tomorrow. The hope of seeing your face. To be baptized by those waters. Nobody does what you do. ❤️