Could I ever Love You more? A question drawn in mind; a simple question, hard to answer, one only answered by time...... The only written conclusion, that hereby comes to mind; is that I could never Love You more, given eternity to define the time...... I must say my Dearest though, such is this sacrifice of mine; For I want You to always know, I'll Love You Beyond All Time......

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet.
~ William Shakespeare ~