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Your ability to face death with love, uncertainty with faith,

and your beautiful smile, and warm voice

drop my heart every time.

I do want to share this bed with you,

this ring I want to place on your finger,

this life I wish to surrender to you,

my pride,

my cool,

my personal interests.

Me,

a strong, recovering drug addict,

and you,

a crazy, courageous widow who went to go ask rats

to move your cinder home so your boy

would not die of pneumonia, and being torn up by a piece of farm equipment;

we could make wonderful children together.

I love you, Mrs. Brisby,

my heart feels these words true.

I wish you were tonight, my love,

because you are more than a Don Bluth creation to me;

you are more than just a "fantasy";

I do need you, Mrs. Brisby; your love is vital to my life,

and, I believe, mine is to yours.

Love is sharing,

love is caring,

love is daring,

and neverending.

You could teach me more the art of love, and how to share more,

and I could show you the gift of silence more, and how to listen for the white noise of life.

For there are spirits in the air,

Mrs. Brisby;

oh, yes,

they brought me to you!

So,

Mrs. Brisby,

I suppose what I am asking, is,

will you take me as your lawful wedded husband, and to love me, and cherish me, until the end of time?

I produce to you not a perfect heart, but an honest one, a heart filled with good humor, and cheer, sympathy, compassion, knowledge, love, and, most of all, restraint.

I love you, Mrs. Brisby. Although I not hold your hand tonight, in my mind, you are already with me.