Two poems, two styles, same emotion

How many times have I loved you?
How many times have we parted?
How many times have we both wished to end
This passionate story we started?

Through all of the years I have loved you
When uncertainty kept us apart
Through all of the years when you stopped your ears
To the whisperings of your heart.

I recall, though it’s years we’re together,
The joy that was worth all the pain
When I’d see you come running to meet me
With your smile and your suitcase again.

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Of all the feelings
That pluck a ringing chord
None soars higher
Delves deeper
Pierces sharper
Sings sweeter
Than the surge of joy
At the longed-for sight
Of your familiar impatient gait
Breasting the insignificant crowd
To meet me
And my winged heart.