His amount of love for me goes beyond words.

He wrote me more than a love song--he wrote a book! He gave me all I ever needed and provided when no one could. His every thought was of me and my safekeeping. He constantly sought me, and won my heart through his actions. But what really took my breath away?

He died for me. That tragic day, he did not hesitate to stand in my place. I can see the blood that fell from his beautiful body and hear the urgent words that dripped from his sweet tongue.

And yet, I cannot mourn. Though he died, I am not saddened. He is not gone, and I will see him again.