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~

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......