Could you proofread the Valentine's note?

Could you proofread the Valentine's note I wrote about the romance between my dad & mom? And tell me honestly about my English writing level.

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful girl, who had the most brilliant smile in the world. Perfectly arched eyebrows, long shiny hair, clear skin, and nicely pale complexion. She could be naively sweet, and she could be drop dead gorgeous. Everybody wants to belong. So did she. Because she knew, there was a handsome boy, waiting for her. Admittedly, he looked kind of like me! Small eyes, large ears, and he had these amazingly youthful full lips that made his accent exceedingly masculine. He was cute in his dorky way. In some way, they were destined to be connected. The urgent girl needed someone with the character of slower so as to keep balance, and the scatter-brained boy needed someone mindful to complement his forgetfulness. They were acturally designed to be together.

It is quite strange that I can't vividly remember the time when they started dating, but I can say that it's a long time ago. "I love you", the boy told this girl. I was touched when I heard him opening up to her. The mountains behind them started gently calling their names. The cuckoos and the nightingales started merrily singing their love melody. The bushes they walked through started magically flowering, because of the power of love! Their view, so immersed in the eyes of their lover, that the rest of the world seems nothing but a blur.

Finally, they told me they decided to get married! They decided they had found their be-all and end-all of their existences. They decided they had found the partner with whom they would like to share the rest of their lives, whatever that may entail. I felt so bad that I didn't make it to attend their wedding, but I was happy the dorky boy eventually made an honest woman of her. They made a decision, a decision to love, forgive, grow and grow old together. Here came the moment when the girl became the bride she dreamed of being, the moment when the boy decided to dedicate his life to their love, the moment when they were completed, completely completed. What love is that? It's the love that is so deep that I dare not to imagine the bottom of it, so strong that I cannot even fathom falling apart, so beautiful that I am not even able to describe it in words.