For the Queen of My Heart

My Sweetest,
I have never fallen in love before until I met you
I thought the passion would soon be over,
But I can still feel the heat of the fever
I have never felt like this before
And I am craving for more
Because, I don't want to stop loving you.

You are my Princess and my Queen
The loveliest I have ever seen
The one and only Queen of my heart.

I promise you on this 14th Day of February, 2008
Before heaven and earth
That I will always love you
As long as you believe in our love
Our love will last forever.



7 Places to Take Your Man for Valentine’s


Perfectly good men can be kind of bad when it comes to romance. Maybe it’s your year to take charge—and keep the destination a surprise.

By Rebecca Schoenkopf for MSN City Guides

There are few disappointments for a woman in love like an underwhelming Valentine’s Day. Perhaps I’m unpacking just my own baggage here, but in my wide experience, if a man is properly romantic, it’s because he’s had a lot of practice—sometimes a lot of practice at the same time he’s romancing you. Good men—keepers, not Lotharios—aren’t often well-versed in the rose-petal-scattering arts.

And so the only truly fulfilling Valentine’s Days I’ve ever had have been with the greatest of cads. That is not what I’m recommending here.

Instead of settling for same-old—once again, a prix-fixe dinner at a restaurant that hands out Champagne and a rose, while you’re too heavy and bloated to feel amorous after—why not take your big, dumb, emotionally inarticulate hunk of a man and treat him to the romance, and show him how it’s done? Take the pressure off his well-meaning but kinda lame shoulders—lovingly. Say to that man, “Baby, just you let me worry about it this year.” Make sure to do this without a sneer or a long-suffering sigh; say it with a twinkle (and follow it up with the kind of kiss that can get you pregnant). He will be grateful. And you will be showing him how to reap the rewards of a very self-interested selflessness.

Here are seven places to take your man (buy a blindfold if you need to):

Scent of a (Wo)Man
Unless your man is more than usually metro, chances are he hasn’t experienced the bliss a good esthetician can deliver all while extracting his blackheads. Make your appointment as far as possible in advance for late afternoon on Valentine’s Day, tell the esthetician you’ll be delivering a newbie to her, and drop him off without explanation. (It helps if you’ve told him to clear his schedule.) When you pick him back up an hour and 15 later, his rumpled hair will be matched only by his inner glow (and the glow of 17 layers of moisturizer). If you’re taking him to dinner after, you’ll want to bring him a hairbrush. He won’t have felt this relaxed in years, and you’re the one who made it happen. Love is in the aromatherapy-scented air.


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