Why do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the height of the hill when I am deep out of breadth
My soul is renewed, when I wonder out of sight
For the end of the road through infinity
I love thee through the commutes and tours
Most quiet by the morning sun
I love thee freely, as I strive to find the right in my life
I love thee purely, as the pedals turn your praise
I love thee with passion until no end
In my hurt, and like a child full of innocence
I love thee when I lose myself on a ride
With miles I have lost, ---I love thee with my soul,
Joy and sorry, of all my rides!--- and, if God choose,
I shall love thee up until death.
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