So, the woman I married, aka:
"She Who Must Be Obeyed" likes a bit of chocolate now and then.
So, once every few months, for the past few decades, I'll spring for a special bar of chocolate, wrap it up in some pretty paper, put a bow on it and present it to her as though it were a Faberge Egg.
A few nights ago she approached me with more than just a glint in her eye, leaned in and graced me with a dollop and a half of affection. She then turned, smiled and walked away.
Mystified?
I guess! I wracked my so-called brain trying to figure out what I had done so that I could do it again and again until the end of time.
It seems the candy bar wrapper did all the work. On the inside my spouse found the following:
Oh, No - Not Ev'n When First We Loved
If Oh, no - not ev'n when first we loved,
Wert thou as dear as now thou art;
Thy beauty then my senses moved,
But now thy virtues bind my heart.
What was but Passion's sign before,
Has since been turn'd to Reason's vow
And, though I then might love thee more,
Trust me, I love thee better now.
Although my heart in earlier youth
Might kindle with more wild desire,
Believe me, it has gain'd in truth
Much more than it has lost in fire.
The flame now warms my inmost core,
That then but sparkled o'er my brow,
And, though I seem'd to love thee more,
Yet, oh I love thee better now.
-- Thomas Moore
