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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