I love you my dear one,
Believe me I do,
But what you have to give me,
I cannot return to you,
Neither my own nor yours shall be given unto you.
And yet a gift I do have, the result not ideal, yet the essence is as pure as I can make it,
My all is yours, in excange for your everything, my strength and my skill, my gentleness and my patience, all my tenderness and affections now belong to you.
All I can say, all I can promise, is that the pain will not last, and if you give me the premission, and the time to teach, I can give you the moon, and you shall give me the sun, and heaven shall be that much closer for us, or at least, another realm of it shall open for us, as you open for me, as I draw closest to you, and we draw out our love for one another in that secret place we make for ourselves and each other...
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