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