whisked away to an arabian oasis where we shall sip from small glasses of good coffee whilst reclining on piles of priceless rugs and scattered red and gold cushions. In the cool of the evening we will count the shooting stars. At dawn we ride to war side by side on tall white horses. Under a relentless sun together we fight the good fight. Swords flash and heroes have thier day. Afterwards, amidst the cheers of victory our army will bear you upon thier shoulders proclaiming you queen of all you survey and i shall wait patiently, ever the humble warrior, for the return of my queen.
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