You. With your smile that’s bigger than this universe. With a laugh that sounds like comfort. With hands that fit perfect in mine. And eyes that I find myself getting lost in again and again. Here I am, wanting more. Afraid of breaking this spell, I pray I can keep you forever. Love sounds good to me if it’s going to come from you. Will you, won’t you, be mine? Let me spend every November of the rest of my life with you.