every eye I lay on you
is a mystery
each searching is still a quill in the ink well
My love
I have given everything to know you better
but given so little of my suspicions and expectations up
I arise to meet you
each greeting a long bridge between where you are and where I want you
have you stretched this far, my love, to forgive me
and say "I do?"
I Love You
Your Beloved
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