July, 1973. Auckland, New Zealand.

 You slip so comfortably into every nook of me.

 When we make love, or lie in each other’s arms.

 When we hold hands walking down a street.

 When we embrace each other so tightly and

 never want to let go.

 Even though you are so thoroughly familiar

 to me now, I’ll never take your love for granted.

 I promise to earn and renew it every day.