Mon amour…I would like to propose a toast.
To the apple of my eye…you are my heart and soil. When I was a young man, back before
I was blessed with this magnificent moustache, I was very careless with my seeds. I would sow them here, I would sow them there,
I would sow them here again…it was crazy-making! Until one beautiful spring day, I found you.
Ahh, pomme pourrie, ever since that first seed was planted in my heart – and in yours,
especially yours – the roots, they grow so deeply and so strong! I never realized a relationship
could bear this much fruit. Ahh, mon cherie, I just want to embrace you in my arms, and
take you to my bed. My garden bed, of course.