Better Late...

Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Sonnet XLIII

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 candle-light.
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 use
In 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.


And that's how love is supposed to be
That's how i want to feel about somebody
I want to feel stupid and lame, i want to lose all my senses
whenever he comes around... i wanna butterflies in my stomach
as corny as it might sound...
I just want what anybody & everybody wants...

LOVe is a mtfckr tricky game
Now...
Will i win or lose if i go or if i stay???

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The next 12/06 shall be better!!