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My dear, I do not love you as you think,

not half in mirth, nor briefly, but forever.

Grant me some power to mend my imperfections;

admit me strength to make one long endeavor.

I am not all the surface gloss you think;

I have a deep glow, too, if you would see.

I would give proof of faith and fearlessness

if you would only care, and turn to me.