It is a fact universally known that a single man of fortune must be in want of a wife :x
My love is like a red, red rose >:-D<
He was my North my South my East my West my working week my Sunday rest :kiss1:
I think of your face among all those faces |-)
What will survive of us is love :-/
Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley :-$
Love bade me welcome though my soul drew back
My heart has made it's mind up and I'm afraid it's you :*