My dearest love, who existed in a dream till this evening, when a wave came and swept me out to sea. None of the loves that you have known could prepare you for the love raging everywhere in me. For all the arms that have covered you, the hands that have touched you, and the lips you have lingered on before, added together would be less than an olive in the banquet of love I have in store. Love seasoned to entice, love with all the trees, filled with spice, love flavored to your whim, self-helping heart with all the trees. For I'll decode every breath and every sigh till your every lover's wish is fulfilled before it's made. Toss in some jealousy and doubt should it be required, not rest till there's nothing more desired. Thus loving as I do, never, never will you ever be untrue. Loving love with all the trees, waiting home for you. Loving love with all the trees.