To Whom It May concern,
You can polish your silver and polish your gold. But in the end, it's you I wish to hold. When the shine dissipates, and the glimmer fades; just then is when my love cascades. Always present, always full. Something real and not for fools. Let it blossom, let it shape. For the beauty in it's well worth the wait. So this is my promise, with all of my being. It takes faith, it takes believing. So I sign this letter, with who I am and more. If you wonder who it's from.