Note left for Sirius...
Happy Valentine's Day.
I know you are stalking around looking for me. I am waiting for you. Think about it for a moment. Where do you think I realised I loved you for more than a brother or a friend?
Where do we go when you accept the darkest part of me?
I'll be waiting.
I love you,
Rem
Sonnet XLIII
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
my soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, - I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Sonnets from the Portuguese
Elizabeth Barrett Browning