I wish as well as everybody else to be perfectly happy but like everybody else it must be in my own way
If I loved you less I might be able to talk about it more
From Emma by Jane Austen
There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends I have no notion of loving people by halves it is not my nature
My heart is and always will be yours
There is no charm equal to tenderness of heart
Perhaps it is our imperfections that make us so perfect for one another
It isn't what we say or think that defines us but what we do
You have bewitched me body and soul
and I love, I love, I love you.
It doesn't matter how I begin my poems because by the end they are all about you
The words you speak become the house you live in
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