a reply to your bashfulness
How many times can you tell me "you're the smartest, most beautiful woman in the world before you get sick of it?"
Before I get sick of it?
Uh, that WAS a rhetorical question, right?
Just in case it's not, the answer is NEVER.
NEVER.
From a mere mortal this praise would become tiresome, but not from you my love. When will you tire from my adoring gaze? When will you ask me to cease loving you? When you have a rough day and you come home to have me explain that the world is filled with inappreciative morons but your home, your castle, is not, will this ever grow to annoy you?
Come now.
Really.
I promise to treat you like the god that you are. All I ask for is the same in return.
Before I get sick of it?
Uh, that WAS a rhetorical question, right?
Just in case it's not, the answer is NEVER.
NEVER.
From a mere mortal this praise would become tiresome, but not from you my love. When will you tire from my adoring gaze? When will you ask me to cease loving you? When you have a rough day and you come home to have me explain that the world is filled with inappreciative morons but your home, your castle, is not, will this ever grow to annoy you?
Come now.
Really.
I promise to treat you like the god that you are. All I ask for is the same in return.
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