Elizabeth, my Love, my Heart, my Very Being, I hardly knew ye. Like unto all the other lovely ladies of my life -- the Chrises, the Janets, the Pat I's, the Pat II's, the Dorises, the Dales, the Esthers, the Renes - you have dropped out. You should know, though, my Rose of Sharon, my own Juliet, that you shall forever occupy a preeminent post in that Pantheon.
Unless, that is, JLo accepts my proposal or runs for president. Both appear equally likely. |
