Love is...
Fun, right? Ha.
Enjoyable? Some luck.
Glorious? That’s one word for it.
“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways…”
Passionately. That is all.
I am you; how could I not be?
I have no choice in this matter,
And now I must wait for you
Here, underground.
How could you leave me
For three years? To fend for myself.
I needed you at the wedding,
To reassure me that I was doing the right thing.
I missed you.
O! Never separate us again –
My life, my love, my soul!
I will wait here, eternally,
Until we meet again
And I can exact my revenge.
Feb 3, 2013
Feb 3, 2013 at 12:50 PM UTC
Love is...
Fun, right? Ha.
Enjoyable? Some luck.
Glorious? That’s one word for it.
“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways…”
Passionately. That is all.
I am you; how could I not be?
I have no choice in this matter,
And now I must wait for you
Here, underground.
How could you leave me
For three years? To fend for myself.
I needed you at the wedding,
To reassure me that I was doing the right thing.
I missed you.
O! Never separate us again –
My life, my love, my soul!
I will wait here, eternally,
Until we meet again
And I can exact my revenge.
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