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Sonnet 44....
How many ways, I love you?
Let me count them.....
…..seeking not to steal Elizabeth's timeless words,
an air of Shakespearean prose, goodness knows
love has stumbled upon my door
a time or two, maybe once before
“ I once was young but now I'm old”
yet my heart and soul lack self control
and my ability to reason has all but faded away
I torment myself, not knowing....
...whether or not to trust my heart, what to or not to say
“ I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.....”E.B.B.
Agape....holistically
loving you in spite of yourself;
good and bad-never judging,
simply loving you, just because
our Sibling Love,
though not of the same blood,
we
are of the same , special kind.
Is solace anywhere
more comforting than
in the arms of my sister?
Oh a love so sublime...
….every time that I touch your hand
the feeling, that love which transcends
everything that I am
and I feel safe and secure
and still, my Eros heart wants a part of you......
….in a strangely incestuous way.
Regrettably regretful
that inside my deepest,
most kaleidoscopic dreams
there is such allure, a presence
this feeling
between you and me
undenied
I like your smile.... :-)
...all the words you never speak
feeling the body tingle electric
each and every time you sit
close to me
wanting so badly to ask your permission...
“... I just wanna spend a little time with you, ooh
With your permission
Tonight I wanna be a little me on you, oh yeah
With your permission
I wanna spend the night sleeping on you
With your permission
I just wanna put a little smile up you” Ro James
I can't trust myself
loving you
dying of the thought of ever
losing you...
…terrified to test the waters of truth
finding
that you just might
"not" feel the
same way that I do
“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.....” E.B.B.
….Let me count the ways
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