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..