With only so many hours in the day
How can I tell you just how much I love?
The light will wane before I can assay
Even but half the exposition of
The warmth and happiness you make me feel,
The joy (unparalleled) of your sweet kiss,
The thousand glances that I hope to steal,
The tenderness of you, and more than this,
The supererogation you return
For my too poor devotion, which is paid
Beyond the payment it could ever earn
With your reciprocation, of a grade
Past all my hopes. So I can't really tell
The love I feel; and yet you know it well.
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