Let the world know that my love for you is unbending, unwaxed and
unwaned. Unlike a tree who sways with the wind, unsure of its direction,
mine is clear, it is to be with you for now and all of time.

How many men can tell the world with total confidence the love they have
for their woman? How many can stand by the side of the one they love
through what we have and continue to endure, in the challenges we face
and the feelings we hold dear.

I have never known someone more special in my life, and our children
come damn close!

Children of mine, Grandchildren, you are forever in my heart. I love you
and always think of you, and though my being rests often beyond your
sight, I am only a letter away, a message apart and a twinkle of a star
in the night.

In Chaos, you shall forever know me, surprising even the most prepared,
attacking when you expect me to defend, and I always stop to smell the
roses.

Tekla, you are my rose, and you smell sweeter with every passing day.

Yours, Das Rousseau

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Aeguary, in the year 409 AF.