As Much As I Love You

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
i didn't write this. a dear friend did. it's to the love of his life.

Submitted: February 23, 2011

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Submitted: February 23, 2011

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Where true Love burns Desire is Love's pure flame;
It is the reflex of our earthly frame,
That takes its meaning from the nobler part,
And but translates the language of the heart.
And in Life's noisiest hour,
There whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee,
The heart's Self-solace and soliloquy.
You mould my Hopes, you fashion me within;
And to the leading Love-throb in the Heart
Thro' all my Being, thro' my pulse's beat;
You lie in all my many Thoughts, like Light,
Like the fair light of Dawn, or summer Eve
On rippling Stream, or cloud-reflecting Lake.
And looking to the Heaven, that bends above you,
How oft! I bless the Lot that made me love you.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
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.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
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 useIn 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 choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
Have seen dawn and sunset on moors and windy hills
Coming in solemn beauty like slow old tunes of Spain:
I have seen the lady April bringing in the daffodils,
Bringing the springing grass and the soft warm April rain.
I have heard the song of the blossoms and the old chant of the sea,
And seen strange lands from under the arched white sails of ships;
But the loveliest things of beauty God ever has showed to me
Are her voice, and her hair, and eyes, and the dear red curve of her lips.
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

Someday you'll know just how I feel,
The things I wish I could say.
The times when I wanted to tell you,
how I thought about you everyday.
The way I felt deep down inside,
The uneasy feeling that I had.
How you made a difference,
How you helped me through the bad.
I wish it was more then friendship,
I wish this feeling could be shared.
I want you to know I love you,
I wish I wasn't so scared.
I don't know how to tell you,
I guess this much is true.
I just want you to know,
that today I was thinking of you.
As each day goes by,
the more time is spent.
The only thing that happens,
is that time comes and now has went.
I know you don't think of me,
like I think about you.
As I write this poem,
I am thinking this through.
Maybe I will tell you,
just how I feel.
Maybe it is time,
I think this could be real.
But maybe one touch is it,
it could be what draws the line.
I keep telling myself this,
time after time.
But, I want you to know how my heart feels,
I wish you only knew.
I want you to love me,
like I love you.


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