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THE NAKED TRUTH

Love letter to SB

THE NAKED TRUTH

A few weeks ago, you asked what I was looking for.
The truth is, until I met you, I was not sure.
All I knew was something was missing in my life
My world was incomplete and boring

Never in a million years could I imagine
The missing and most vital part of my existence was you.
It is truly remarkable how my life moved from chaos to calm
By just being in your humble presence and unmatched grace
That is your smile.

Immediately, my life blossomed like the lilies of the fields 
After being kissed by the spring rain
You are the nourishment of my love, sweetheart 
And the stability of my life.

So here is the naked truth. I pledge my love to you 
For as long as the grass is green and the skies are blue
Until the rivers stop their flow to the seas, it's Me for you, 
And You for me.

WilfordBarker.

 

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Bernadete van d...

That's a hell of a love letter, Wilford. Or should I say a heaven of a letter?!
Lucky SB! Just tell her how lucky she is.
Warm wishes, Bernadete 

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Wilford Barker

Thank you for your warm wishes Bernadete.
I will relay your wonderful kindness.
‘Keep yourself safe.

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