You see, my darling I must look nice & neat when I’m with you. Because you look so neat & faultless always and my darling I feel so proud about your appearance always. You are a queen.
…you my darling, monopolize all my thoughts. It should be that way hence it’s altogether fitting & proper that we should do this but in a larger sense we cannot think of & love one another too much this strange power called love is far above the power for any outsiders to spoil or blemish… What do you think of my oratory? Old honest “Abe” ought to turn around in his grave & turn green with jealousy on that one. What do you say, my darling?
With a Carload of Love... 