If you count the leaves falling from a tree, that
 
then my dear is how much I shall love you. For
 
 every year the leaves will return, and every year
 
they shall fall again. & my love will always return
 
 to you, no matter how harsh the weather be, or
 
how pleasantly sun kissed it shall glow. Through
 
good and through torment. The roots
 
are strong, if you outwait the circumstances.
 

 
 
 

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