"I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise."
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I choose to love you.
You are to me like the bird is to the sky...
With you I am free.
Free to express my most kept thoughts, patiently listening no matter how silly it may seem.
You are to me like heaven is to the earth.
With you, there is the promise.
The promise of bliss after every heartbreak.
You are to me like the sun is to the moon.
With you, sacrifice is easy as breathing.
In an instant and in a heartbeat.
I do not need to be praised.
I do not care about doubts.
I do not expect recognition.
I choose you because I love you.
Continued...
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SONNET 43
Poetry"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways..." - Elizabeth Barrett Browning For Richard who added colors on white... From Nicomaine who held the canvass. *credits for the photos used, thank you.
