Sweet moments with Ms. B

I love thee to the level of every day's most quiet need
by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use in my old griefs
and with my childhood's faith.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose with my lost saints.

I love thee with the breath, smiles, tears, of all my life and if God chooses

I shall but love thee better after death.

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