Just like always I hug you close against my chest, within my arms.
Although I am well aware of the weakness of them,
I am still in the hope that with them, I can still offer you all the protection and secure that you wish.
Although I am self-conscious about the boniness of my chest,
I am still believing that it can offer you the warmth that a man could offer to a woman he loved.
They are but symbols of love, which in movies, are often times exaggerated to, sometimes, some unreasonable extent, creating all sort of delusional, false and absurd fantasy in the youth's head.
Whatever philosophies of love there are out there, mine is simply this: lovely is that lovely does.
It just means that, love is in the action, not in words, nor symbols.
Old days were blown by the breeze of time,
together with the passion we used to own.
Now, there is only one thing left behind.
Not responsibility, lest you should have made such painful assumption,
but the castle of love, which was built by us brick by brick whenever we held each other tightly in our hearts.
No matter how unspectacular was the commencement,
how trying the process could be,
today we have made to the top of our castle,
with the great prospect lying before us;
with the green pasture of bliss stretching beyond our sight,
with the picturesque scenery of the evening sky joining it from above,
thus is our happy land, thus is our love.
Honey, we are together now and that is all that counts.
I love you, and those are all the true words you need to comprehend.
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