If this be love,to draw a weary breath,To paint on floods till the shore cry to th'air,with downward looks,still reading on the earth.the sad memorialsof my love's despair;If this be love,to war against my soul,lie down to wail,rise up to sigh and grieve,The never-resting stone of care to roll,still to complain my griefs whilst none relieve;If this be love,to clothe me with dark thoughts,haunting untrodden paths to wail apart;My pleasures horror ,music tragic notes,tears in mine eyes and sorrow at my heart.If this be love,to live a living death,Then do i love and draw this weary breath. I love you !!! Angie

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