How do I love you? Let me count the ways

I love you to the Depth and Breadth and Height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of Sight

For the ends of means and ideal Grace

I love you to this word for the rest of our days

You`re my most quiet need; your breath keeps me “Ivre”

I love you freely, as long as you’re “ma raison de vivre

So be the one and encourage me

And tell me that you will be nowhere but here

Honey, I will be the fire you could praise

As an old childhood friend with who you share Faith

So come and get me before I flee

Or you have to wait to die to see me

Yet, I shall love you after you`re a wreath.

-Maryam B..