I love thee—
Thou art the beauteous muse of my poetry;
And, my heart hopes for thy love to reciprocate my partiality.
I love thee—
For I offer thou the poem "sonnet XLIII" by Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
I'll be waiting for thy love;
Here, in the rain with my melancholy.
If thy heart eventually decides to love my—
We'll be out young and folly.
This heart of mine promise.
Written by -R-
