I loved you. Oh, how I loved
you through winter's ice
and August's moons, in
springtime’s greenest glow
with thawed crystal drops
on willow trees and rainbow
fish below.
In the dusk of gloom
and deepest night, the sighing
breaking dawn; I love you,
oh, how I love you still
as time trudges on.
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Polonius: What do you read, my lord? Hamlet: Words, words, words
