Lovers will no longer wait for the thrill of receiving a letter in the mail, opening the envelope, probably sealed with a kiss, and admiring a beautiful masterpiece created exclusively for them by the hand of someone dear. A love letter will be typed into a program, edited to perfection by computer software, pasted into an email and sent with the click of a mouse, thus losing any magic the original thought might have contained. The eyes will no longer trace loving loops of inked fantasy, but rather will jump from letter to letter, word to word, as if a program were loaded into a human computing center to be computed and then stored. I Love You will be sung in Arial Black's robotic, monotone voice rather than the modulated beauty and harmony of handwritten words. The magic of a composed “I love you” should never be reduced to the tapping on a keyboard or the click of a mouse, but be expressed in a way appropriate to its infinite depth, a heart that feels it, a head that thinks it, and a hand that gives it a medium worthy of the message and in a style that reflects what that message is