You say 'I love you' in a thousand ways, too shy
quite to believe that love no longer passes by,
but stays, and cares for you, and calls you Queen,
where care and kindness never yet have been.
Your picture calls to me with merry eyes that say,
"I will await you coming back another day,
and know that in whatever lies between,
your words are love, and love is what you mean."
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