By jenn (wardenchick@yahoo.com) Date: 15 February 1999
As this, our last night comes to an end, I know in due time my poor heart, it shall mend. I'll kiss you good-night though surely not good-bye, and you'll kiss away all the tears that I cry. You'll tell me a story about the strength of our love and how we still share the same bright stars above. I'll plan and I'll pray for the next time we meet to return to you, love and your kisses so sweet.