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I love you more (oh beautiful creation), more than any one on this earth does. And more than any one who breathes through out their salty lungs. Or who doesn't. I love you more (oh beautiful creation) than anything in the sky, flame, or ocean. For my dear, it surely flies higher than the eagles, burns brighter than the ashes, and longs deeper than the darkest waters. I love you louder than the thunder and sharper than the sharks tooth. I welcome you. Such saddness, my dear, that I love you more. Than you love me.