MeM aka Scar_gallery(refering ofcourse to ScrubL)

À mon amour

I'm altogether immersed in the happiness I derive from seeing you. Nothing else counts. I have you - little all-precious one, little beloved one - as much today as the day when I made you my slave, and I'll have you till the day I die. After that, nothing of all that may happen to me really has any importance. Not only am I not sad, I'm even deeply happy and secure. Even the tenderest memories - of all your dear expressions, or your little arms cradling the Vodka in the morning - aren't painful to me. I feel myself all enfolded and sustained by your love.