I measured your said,
it was immeasurable, so pleasurable
and I think of you
with so much joy
so much gratitude -
it will not allow any sadness ...
but ( you let me ) be sad ...
and I loved you then and now
more - craved more - longed for more
of your wonder of your specialness ---
uniqueness ----
that I ran out of adjectives -
but rare, magnificent beauty will do.
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