How I love thee

When mere feelings are gone, are not with me
my love still stays with thee
and in every sweet tenderness
and tranquil kiss

I long for thee in my everydayness,
even in the night’s romantic hour I long for thy bliss
and what’s between us comes clear and free
without any inequity,

as just the experience, the lives of you and me
in all of love’s purity
is even there when I bow to pray
asking His blessings on you each day

and I love thee with all that is in me
past life, past death into eternity, as it’s supposed to be.

[Reference: XLIII. “How much I love thee? by Elizabeth Barrett Browning.]

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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