Donathen my love,
I remember you bought me rubies, my birthstone. You did not stop until you had bought me earrings,a ring, a necklace. Each holiday, yet another beautiful red stone.  You gave them to me because no man had.  You gave me rubies and oh, so much more...There is a proverb. Your love is finer than rubies. Yes, Like that.
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