Dear Mr Tshabalala
Thank you for loving me with all my imperfections and for seeing potential in who I am, for choosing me and continuously showering me with love even when half the time I don't deserve it.
Thank you for the best 3 days and amazing birthday surprise!!! 😍😍😍😍😍❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤❤️️❤️ 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 candle-light.
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. ❤️❤️❤️❤️ Love : Mrs Tshabalala❤️