Bless you for you have awakened the imp, the brat in me. The small brat that I have hidden away for so, so long.

You my love, have taught my soul to dance once again. You know I call you my oxygen, for without you, I surely would 

be dead by now and without your love I would not be the person I am.  From your laughter to the look, that only I know, that

melts my heart.  Your pure love means the world to me, so yes your love is pure oxygen to my heart and soul.  

To say "I love you" sounds so true and it is the truth, but you have shown me so much more. Those ageless three words 

"I love you" have been used by far better troubadours than me.  So as you read this from your brat, know this, you have taken 

my soul and filled it to overflowing with your love. In writing this I come back to those three words, "I love you". I truly do 

love you. You are my pillar. My lover. My princess.  And I know those three words belong and fit with all the others. 

From your brat, Fuzzy