"For single mothers everywhere in love with crackheads, you are a shining light of hope." That syrupy sweet nothing comes courtesy of Pete Doherty, who chronicles his function-challenged romance with Kate Moss in his just released diaries, "The Books of Albion: The Collected Writings of Peter Doherty."

The perforation-prone Babyshambles front man, 28, dedicates the tome, which kicks off in 1999 and includes photos, drawings, arrest reports and copies of his prescriptions, to the stubbornly committed supermodel, 33, whom he moons over as "my true love."

In one touching journal entry from earlier this year, when Pete was making his umpteenth stab at rehab, he talks about tying the knot with Kate, who is mom to 4-year-old Lila.

"We have been close this time passed," he rambles, "and with me smack and needle-free we shall marry in the summer and I become 10 times happier than any given smackhead. Huzzah!"

Go on, we know you're just dying to say it: Awwww.

Still, Doherty deserves credit for the candor he displays in revealing how his addiction recidivism has affected his relationship with Moss, including sparking a few knock-down, drag-out fights.

One tussle took place during a train ride from London to Paris, he recalls, with "Kate and I [bleeping] and fighting all the way on the Eurostar until finally blood runs down my palm and up my head and before I leg it to oblivion leaving her at the station calling me a this that and the other and a so-and-so (accompanied by hand gestures)..."

Another came after a miserable sojourn to Thailand, where he was told his "behavior reached an all-time low."

"I was thinking along the lines of being single," he mused after an argument, before adding, "Folly such a thought, my heart aching and swimming and I dearly missing Kate despite being convinced that the relationship was an unbearable and intolerable disaster."

At one point, Doherty describes how his drug use is "extremely moderate and controlled," although he quickly acknowledges, "What am I saying? Kate will not tolerate this s***, I wouldn't blame her, and alongside the fixing neither of us seem to completely trust each other although I love her and no other and the tiffs and tumults come between magical happy times. The most cherished times are spent in her arms."

Moss also pens a few words about her devotion to Doherty, stream-of-consciously sighing, "You have touched my heart and soul, little [bleep]er. I wish you wouldn't ring my door now go I could kiss you again and float [away]. You make me high, my sweet, my skin shivers and longs to be held by you."

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