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O yes, I love you, and with all my heart; / Just as a weaker woman loves her own, / Better than I love my beloved art, / Which, till you came, reigned royally, alone, / My king, my master. Since I saw your face / I have dethroned it, and you hold that place.
I am as weak as other women are: / Your frown can make the whole world like a tomb; / Your smile shines brighter than the sun, by far. / Sometimes I think there is not space or room / In all the earth for such a love as mine, / And it soars up to breathe in realms divine.