It was already written: ‘The cut worm forgives the plow’ and also ‘to create a little flower is the labour of ages’.
It is true, I’m unworthy to kiss the ground she walks on.
I´m unworthy to wash her feet.
I´m unworthy to be her chair.
But there would be nothing makes me happier than caring for her… even her rudest words would be a present for me.
If at least I could enjoy the favor of being humbly Yours…
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