Most Ardently, Most Passionately Poem by Maurice Harris

I love you most ardently, in everything that I do-
I love you most passionately-yet, how might this be true! ?

The way you talk, your voice, those lips of crimson red;
The way you walk-I pay homage to the ground upon which you tread;

Only what you give to me is that which you promise me-
You know that you owe me naught, but to treat me honestly!

I know not bound, nor limit, to how much I loveth thee-
Nor may I count the myriad ways in which I covet thee;
They are both innumerable, as is their origin, Empyrean-
Naught may serve, not even the most beautiful sonnet, Shakespearean-
To properly explicate, to any, the depths of my ardor;
Words may not suffice as such, to enlightenment's barter!
As words surely fail, perhaps my actions make, for others, real-
What it is that I most ardently, most passionately, feel!

-Maurice Harris,27 Spetember 2010