How Ever More Can I Love Thee
How Ever More Can I Love Thee?
How ever more can I love thee?
Everyday walks with quip to fit,
As time tiptoes around the glee,
The birds flap with glue in grit.
Wherefrom is the measure of elation?
The tug of state, organ and dress:
Fibres fluid in dynamic pulsation,
Dumb the flippant in kind duress.
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