My kind of love
is...
The kind of love that has no limits.
The kind of love that has no face.
The kind of love that shouldn’t take a lifetime to find
Nor should it be a race.
The kind of love that’s purely soul
The kind of love that will never get old
The kind of love I wish to win
The kind of love that is the happiest I’ve ever been.

Mystery was written in our history

I saw a promise
In a single stare
eyes whispering with certainty
a feeling we both could share.

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimmed.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st,
    So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
    So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

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That I did always love
I bring thee Proof
That till I loved
I never lived—Enough—

That I shall love alway—
I argue thee
That love is life—
And life hath Immortality—

This—dost thou doubt—Sweet—
Then have I
Nothing to show
But Calvary—

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We introduce ourselves
To Planets and to Flowers
But with ourselves
Have etiquettes
Embarrassments
And awes