More and more...

You can take every thing I've written, mix it in a pot and it wouldn't contain the love I now have for my girl.
Daily, my love grows. When I look back a day, I wonder how I could have been so deficient with my love, and the next day, it happens again.

I need a calculator with Scientific Notation to keep track and if it keeps going at this rate, there aren't enough '"0's" to keep track of how it grows.

87, I love you so much, everything about you, your kindness, your forgiveness, your demonstrated love for all the important things, your patience.

I hope everyone can one day, find what we have. The peace I feel, the love I never knew I was capable of, the joy of your beautiful smile, the satisfaction I feel from a simple kiss and the thrill of a whiff of you.
I love you so much and tomorrow, it'll seem to me like such a pitiful small amount because my love becomes more close to infinite every day.
And every day I look back and feel it was small, just like I'll feel tomorrow, about today.
If that makes any sense.

Sweets, you're my only, my dream, my reason, my woman.
I'll never be the same, Living only to make you happy and enjoy your smiles, giggles and love.