How Do I Love Thee
I don't know
that love has a
bucket list,
a program best
to follow...and
writers do seem often
inclined more amorous
of
text...
especially us poets, flag
carriers of the heart,
seldom an emotion
not expressed
by pen in part
like an accountant
tallying feelings
numbers his bread
and butter
one has to wonder
if the physical and
the sheet ever entirely
meet
did the composition
a real body fullest greet
or sometimes is writing
Love's happy-face hiding
fearful retreat
“how much do I love thee?”
I have not read Browning's
reply in equally great verse...
were I the beneficiary
my cry of joy would
blush the very sky
a splash of passion never
to be rivaled nor dimmed
for all the world to see
therefore, Elisabeth
was it so deeply also
Robert's eternity
was such fond declaration
the height of shared human
affection
or mere sonnet of romantic
poetic perfection
the heart
too often
a heart of letters
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