He loves me. He loves me more than his own life. He would gladly give his most prized and valuable possesions for me. He is generous and passionate. I am lucky to have found him and have him love me. What did I do to deserve his love, his trust, his soul. It's all mine. In my hands to do with as I please. Sometimes he tries to be stubborn, but always gives in to me in the end. Will it always be this way, I wonder. Will he always love me so? The others I have seen have not been so lucky.