Luckiest Man Alive!!!

February 6th, 2008: Kimberly Ann Vines agreed to subject herself to a lifetime of humiliation and misery. Forever will she walk beside a balding, overweight, hair-covered mess of a man who was once crafty enough to dupe her into saying "yes" at just the right time. Thank God for red wine.

I love you, Kim.

Sonnet XVII

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,

or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,

in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms

but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;

thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,

risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.

I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;

so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,

so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,

so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

Pablo Neruda