I love you, Finesse. Don't you see? You are my Mercury. You are my undiscovered country, both my heart's destination and journey. Gold and temples, jewels and gems don't hold one bit of your enticement. You are my Solomon's mine, my uncharted empire. You are the only home I need to know, the only journey I want to take, the only treasure I would die to claim. Furthermore, you are exotic and familiar, opiate and tonic, hard conscience and sweet temptation. And now I have no more words to give you, Finesse. I only have my heart, and you already own that.

The Other Guy's Bride