Feedback My Love

And when I wrote about you, about my neverending love, the past which saw us kiss and never think that elsewhich mattered that one false move would make amiss a fantasy so sweet and so contrived smelling of fairytale aromas and vain hope. I thought it prudent now, perhaps not wise to write to you in view of all those gawkers who'd benefit from our decade old love so, for your birthday I created ambience fit for you. I have not heard from you but shrugged it off, okay perhaps the medium was not fit to see the message, although the thought is there in front of my own mirror that nothing can and will break through that special shell. It is protection from the ravages of what? But what it sounds like is the armour-all of life, once hurt we tend to keep the limbs out of the battle I understand of course, but will you be my wife?