'How Much Do You Love Me? ' A Reply - Poem by Nigel Stuart
What volume of love is –
enough for a true heart to drown in?
What decibels measure –
the sound-waves which wash on love’s shore?
What beaches hold quick-sands –
sufficient to build up its castles?
What depths have their dungeons –
to hold fast what’s free evermore?
What bedrock’s not clefted –
by aquifers flooding with passion?
What well-springs can meter –
love’s ore as it’s washed from their tide?
What assay will weigh up –
the art of the goldsmith’s devotion?
What sums might Cellini –
have wagered to lie by your side?
So much have I loved you,
I’ve strained long to compass love’s forces
And box in the dramas
That love’s labours loose round the globe.
So girdle all new worlds,
Though light years reflect not my value,
True love’s beyond measure:
True kingship’s not known by its robe.
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