My beautiful, beautiful wife. As the sun beams shine down on your dewy skin and the wind gently tosses your hair, you look as perfect as the day I met you. You are truly timeless, until you die, that is. But even then, a slow motion flashback of you will run through my head of this moment, with the gentle breeze ruffling the grass around us. There is no place I would rather be in the world right now than in this field of wildflowers, blue sky above us, eating strawberries with you, my Love. My love for you is eternal, even though your body is not and you will be dead one day, but I will remember you just like this. Your grace and poise inspire me so much. You are so kind, thoughtful, elegant—beautiful inside and out. And on this sunny picnic, you look especially beautiful. Yes, I will remember you like this when you are gone some time in the foreseeable future. Your death will be a tragedy, yes. But the real tragedy would be to forget your beauty in this specific moment.

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