After coming back with you from a great trip to Turkey, I had to re-immerse myself in my work and in the hellacious routine I have to cope with by this time of the year. It has been important to be together and share my days with you in my house, despite of the problems related to our daily needs and compromises. Let's save our love from the obstacles and the vulgarity of the world and keep a spirit like this one in your beloved Christina Rossetti's poem:
I loved you first: but afterwards your love
Outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier song
As drowned the friendly cooings of my love
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 construed 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 strenght and both the length thereof,
Both of us, of the love which makes us one.
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