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It started with something small like toss me you eye and it was her eye he caught Then he asked for the time and it was her time he got He asked for her smile and her happiness she gave When he asked for her love All she could do was cave When she wanted in return for all her heart she spent He said to her what you gave can't be sent When she asked once more for him to explain He said to her what you gave was in vain For your eye and your time and your smile and love I can only give to you one favor for all above A lesson in life not often taught may you live and learn from not the things that you got but what you sent and

Your focus on the math It seems you are unworthy You're always giving less than half And so that's why you feel so sorry Oh when it seems that all the good that you do Is lacking and imperfect And that voice just keeps on speaking up Saying that you just aren't worth it Just as long as it comes from a true heart Know that what you bestow will always be so precious There's no need for calculations on a chart Dearest, I really wish you'd just forget it You have to know that you don't have to count favors 'Cause no matter how you add it up This love is a gift from me to you And what you give in return... will always be enough

The question, although delivered urgently, was one that she had expected any day now. “Tara. Emergency! Can I paint your portrait?” Tara blinked several times and then a smile slowly crept onto her face. “You spaced on a project again, didn’t you?” Astrid bit her lip, looked petulant for a second, and then waved her hands – flatly refusing to be shamed. “Yes. This is me – so what did you expect? Anyway – please, please, please! I will owe you forever. I will give you my firstborn!” “I don’t actually need you to do that!” Tara wrinkled her nose – but then s