Hmm. Even though this is kind of like the last poem that I posted, I can't help but think about it when I think of you.
Intreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee: for whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge: thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God:
Where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried: the LORD do so to me, and more also, if ought but death part thee and me.
From now on, where you go, I will go. I miss you and I love you (more than you will ever know, more than even I think that I know). <3
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