loved

Connie


She is my Constance. Solid in her love for me.

I wouldn't want her any other way.

Her constancy is her strength. Her joy is her strength.

It solidifies her stance.

I don't expect her to run; I want her to stand.

That is her battle.

Where I ask others to fall or sprint, I expect her to stand.

Remain in me, my Constance.

I don't want spectacular exploits, I want you.

You are my treasure and my prize.

You are who I died for.

It's you I want.

My bride.