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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  
 
Written by MusicallyMrM (Mr_Mahogany_Wood)
Published | Edited 9th Aug 2017
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