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What you are to me

My sweetheart,
You are my everything. Everything I am is you. Every bit of me from inside-out, from top-bottom, the breathe I take is yours. I think of you a thousand times in a second, and it's all the same I feel. I am you. My love, I am indebted to you forever.
I love you.
The feeling that you love me  more than anything else, is the reason what makes me live. Your love keeps me alive. I wouldn't breath, if it weren't for you.

My love for you is higher than anything else. It's always your love for me deeper and stronger, always far more than my love for you. I always try I give you more and more. My love, my life, it is just you and it's all in you.
Sweetheart, the feeling that I have you in my life is my life itself. It is my life, my inspiration, my energy and my only hope to live this life. It is amazing. I live for you and I die for you.

I am forever yours and I am heavenly blessed that you are mine. Together we are, forever and ever.
In our nearly perfect love, there are many things, trying to keep us apart. May it be mountains or deep oceans, may it be infinite skies, nothing separates us. We are always ONE. We are eternally connected. What our hearts beat, your heart knows mine, and mine yours. We were never two, merely two bodies, for we are only one.
You smile, I smile, you cry so do I. When I hurt myself, you feel the pain. I feel your agony, when you are in pain. When we make love, we reach happiness together. From the happiest moments to the darkest times, we are together. I am always with you and you are with me.

The smile I see in your face, the moment I realise it is my ultimate happiness. What makes me happy, makes you the same. I long to make you smile and to your happiness I live. Your love for me, the passionate, pure in its form,  true in essence, never ending and never fading, is all I have.
My love, you are the only one. You are the light shining in my heart when darkness covers entire me.  You have always given me hope and meaning to my life. When I see nothing, I see you, when I have everything, I see only you.
When I am feeling lonely and in despair, you hold me like you never let me go. Your touch, the way you look at me with love, your innocence and a little feeling of shyness, is unforgettable. What you make me feel in your arms, is my heaven. My chest for you is where you dwell eternally. How many lives we live, we be the same.

You are the most beautiful girl in the world. Your eyes, when I look at them, I see me and all the love for me. Your lips always longing to kiss mine and your hair underneath, we vanish from this world to ours. Your cheeks, ears, neck, chest, shoulder, waist, thigh, legs, hands, fingers, nails and everything has my name and when I touch all they would recognize me.
I miss you every second. I hear you saying my name everytime your heart beats. I miss you.
Dear, our bodies are not near. But I am there with you and so you are with me. Despair not, please wait a little. I am always yours. I love you.
Your sweet Arjun

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Love alters not

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove:

O no! it is an ever-fixed mark

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wandering bark,

Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.

Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle’s compass come:

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me proved,

I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

 

Sonnet 116- Let me not to marriage of true minds admit impediments by Shakespeare

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My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have

ROMEO
O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?

JULIET
What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?

ROMEO
The exchange of thy love’s faithful vow for mine.

JULIET
I gave thee mine before thou didst request it:
And yet I would it were to give again.

ROMEO
Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love?

JULIET
But to be frank, and give it thee again.
And yet I wish but for the thing I have:
My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.

I hear some noise within; dear love, adieu!
Anon, good nurse! Sweet Montague, be true.
Stay but a little, I will come again.

ROMEO
O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard.
Being in night, all this is but a dream,
Too flattering-sweet to be substantial.

JULIET
Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.
If that thy bent of love be honourable,
Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow,
By one that I’ll procure to come to thee,
Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite;
And all my fortunes at thy foot I’ll lay
And follow thee my lord throughout the world.

JULIET
I come, anon.–But if thou mean’st not well,
I do beseech thee–

JULIET
By and by, I come:–
To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief:
To-morrow will I send.

ROMEO
So thrive my soul–

JULIET
A thousand times good night!

ROMEO
A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.
Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from
their books,
But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.

JULIET
Hist! Romeo, hist! O, for a falconer’s voice,
To lure this tassel-gentle back again!
Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud;
Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,
And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine,
With repetition of my Romeo’s name.

ROMEO
It is my soul that calls upon my name:
How silver-sweet sound lovers’ tongues by night,
Like softest music to attending ears!

JULIET
Romeo!

ROMEO
My dear?

JULIET
At what o’clock to-morrow
Shall I send to thee?

ROMEO
At the hour of nine.

JULIET
I will not fail: ’tis twenty years till then.
I have forgot why I did call thee back.

ROMEO
Let me stand here till thou remember it.

JULIET
I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,
Remembering how I love thy company.

ROMEO
And I’ll still stay, to have thee still forget,
Forgetting any other home but this.

JULIET
‘Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone:
And yet no further than a wanton’s bird;
Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
And with a silk thread plucks it back again,
So loving-jealous of his liberty.

ROMEO
I would I were thy bird.

JULIET
Sweet, so would I:
Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.
Good night, good night! parting is such
sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

Excerpt from Romeo and Juliet by Shakespeare
(Full text  available here)