I loved you first, but afterwards your love, Outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier song, As drowned the friendly cooings of my dove. Which owes the other most? My love was long, and yours one moment seemed to wax more strong; I loved and guessed at you, you contrued me, and loved me for what might or might not be— Nay, weights and measures do us both a wrong. For verily love knows not 'mine' or 'thine'; With separate 'I' and 'thou' free love has done, for one is both and both are one in love: rich love knows nought of 'thine that is not mine'; both have the strength and both the length thereof, both of us, of the love which makes us one.
Saya suka melukis dan membuat kad. Jika ada masa lapang, saya akan lukis apa yang saya suka, walaupun lukisan cincai seperti diatas dan hadiahkan kepada yang tersayang. With beautiful words, a mess draw seems pretty ;)
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