If I Loved Thee
If I loved thee, thou would need not
count the ways – for true love is summed-up
never by the days – not sunrise or at setting
would thee need count the petting unending;
for love is not a schedule, these can be changed
and broken – and words on paper by themselves
mere token; for even the bible, so lofty a text
often loosely spoken. And true love never fails.
Not a train of it derails. Constant in its going.
Not in God’s dear heaven greater than here
in my heart – And love thee I do with every part!
With every eternal length and girth of me, body
and soul of me, spirit worth of me.
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