Let Me Love You

Trust me, I have

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Trust me, I have not earned your dear rebuke, I love, as you would have me, God the most; Would lose not Him, but you, must one be lost, Nor with Lot’s wife cast back a faithless look Unready to forego what I forsook; This say I, having counted up the cost, This, tho’ I … Read more

Whither thou goest, I

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Whither thou goest, I will go; Where thou diest, will I die And there will I be buried: The Angel do so to me, and more also, If aught but death part thee and me. Cassandra Clare