Stormy Love

Dearest Deborah,

When the sky opened up past midnight and lightning gashed through the sky and thunder screamed, I reached over to hold you. You are and have always been my truest love, my blanket, my security, my hopes and dreams.

Holding you the storm was just another bump in the world around us, but you and I, we're a mountain, a golden palace, the very moon shining over everything to keep us believing.

Love forever and always, Michael