Exceeds the bounds of expectation.
To do so so consistently
Would draw me to infatuation
Were we not, by good luck or sense,
Already bound by deeper ties;
I love you not as consequence
But as a bedrock truth that lies
Down at the core of my foundation.
And so your patience is, I find,
A blessing past remuneration.
In this, as all things, I'm resigned
To be a debtor since, you know,
You own all I could ever owe.
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