Shakespearean Patience

'Tis true I've ne'er felt so strongly for any person living.

'Tis true if 'tis Love that I'm experiencing, 'tis the purest and the most fulfilling gift Thou could ever gift my barren soul.

And if 'tis Love that needs to go through tests of Patience, I promise Thee that my love would never recede. Resembling to the white orb of a moon that peeks 'tis mighty head during nights, my love would keep peeking patiently. Resembling to the infinitely stretching blue blanket of a star-studded sky, my love would keep increasing.

I shall ne'er tire of loving Thee, of caring for Thee, of missing Thee; For Thou art my Heavenly blessing. Thou art the most beautiful creation ever created by the Almighty. Thou art, last, but not the least My Knight In Shining Armour.

And Aye, I have the knowledge with myself, that Thou shalt be ever present. All I need to do, is close my eyes.