Poets' Digital Romance

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*Sir Writer is online*

SirWriter: I love you.
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SirWriter: I love the feeling of you. The thought of you. The humor of you. I love you.
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SirWriter: I love your.
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SirWriter: I love your soft, black hair. I love your soothing voice. I love your wide smile. I love your.
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SirWriter: I love the thought.

SirWriter: I love the thought of your touch. I love the thought of your taste. I love the thought of your laugh. I love the thought.

SirWriter: I love the way.

SirWriter: I love the way you talk. I love the way you dress. I love the way you giggle. I love the way.

SirWriter: I could go on about my loves and my thoughts, but none of them would compare to you.
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I love you also.

I also love the way you smile, the way you speak, the way you write.

I love the nervous side of you. I love the way you rethink things and always think of the best way. I love the way you bite your nails or tap your fingers or spin your pencil.

I love the embarrassed side of you. I love the way you turn red or the way you glance away.

I love the courageous side of you. The way you never hesitate to help or always keep friends in mind.

I love you.

SirWriter: ...I don't know what to say.

Then say nothing.

SirWriter: Silence speaks louder than words, and right now, I don't want to be loud.

Actions are bigger than words. Will you decide to be small, as well?

SirWriter: I guess not, love. Will you be so brave as to meet me at the coffee shop?

Depends on if you'll be so generous as to pay for the meal.

SirWriter: You've got me tongue tied. Shall we meet under the moonlight?

Did let the moon beest our travelling lamp, for our love shines brightest in the darkness

SirWriter: You were always better at Shakespearean English than me.

Quiet anon, for we art did need elsewhere

SirWriter: Yes, yes...

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