Since I left thee yester eve
I do love thee, Love believe,
Twelve times dearer
Twelve hours longer
One dream deeper
One night stronger
One sun surer
Thus much more
Than I loved thee, Love, before.
- Edward Robert Bulwor -Lytton
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That is a most romantic poem. Does it apply to my Birthday last week or to Mother's Day yesterday? Anyway, I miss you,too, when you are gone. Love, Mother of the Band
Oh Julie!! I thought that poem was written to me! It was wasn't it. Thank you for those beautiful thoughts! I love you too and you know you are always missed! :x
This is awkward... yes it is addressed to you and not to the other person. Love you more than there are molding leaves left under the trees after the winter melted away on the entire Rocky Mountain range.
Rats! I was pretty sure it was to me! :0)
Dawn
It was! It was, you are the you I meant!
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