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Nov 2014
Couldn't have said it better myself.


"
'I love you.'
'How much?'
'SO much.'
'How much is so?'
'Way, way more than you know...'
I love you as brilliant as each sparkling star, and as way out in space, I love you that far.
I love you as gigantic as a great lions roar, and as deep as the ocean, I love you much more.
'That is a lot' you say, 'but how did it start? Where did love come from, to be in your heart?'
You put it there, really, when you and I met. And I knew with out certain, without you I'd fret.
From my head, to my toes, I was feeling inside a devotion for you so deep and so wide. And now it's enormous and wonderfully real, and hard to describe how much I feel.
I love you as awesome as a thunderous sky, and soaring as mountains, I love you that high.
I love you as silly as a puppy dogs kiss, and as quiet as midnight, I love you like this.
'Do you love me every day' you ask with doubting awe 'or does love go up and down like a teetering see-saw?'
I love you steady as the earth rounds the sun, though some days of life are the farthest from fun.
'Like when you feel mad' you ask with distress 'cause I've broken the rules, or made a big mess? Or when I'm unkind and your feelings are blue, do you love me although I do what I do?'
I love you being nice, and when you're cranky, too. I love you without liking the naughty things that you do. My 'I love you' doesn't change like the temper of the days. It's a certain kind of thing in many different ways. You're my sweetie, my dear, my smile, and laughter. You're my playmate for always, and my joy ever after.
Hanging out with you is where I want to be... Eating ice-cream sundaes and watching TV.
Under your umbrella, behind you on a bike. By you and beside you is what I really like.
'Do you love me just as much when I'm far away from home? Is your love still the same in distant lands I roam?'
I love you near or far. I love you high or low. My love is there with you wherever you may go.
'Even when I am sick and can't get out of bed? Do you love me better healthy, than with a fever in my head?'
I love you sick or able. You're always you to me, the one love forevermore undeniably.
I can't imagine life before you came along... me there singing senseless no meaning to my song. Call it meant to be, or simply blessed with fate, you fill my heart with love, and for that I celebrate.
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MG
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   --- and Erenn
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