Diana Dimerman

Love - Poem by Diana Dimerman

How do I thee?
Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth
and breath
My soul can reach,
when feeling out of sight.
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everything's
Most quiet need,
by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely,
as men strive for Right,
I love thee purely,
as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion
put to use in my old griefs,
and with childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lose saints,
- I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, off all my life!
- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

~Diana Dinerman

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  • (2/11/2013 12:09:00 AM)

    I LOVE THIS POEM GOOD JOB! ! ! ! ! ! ! :) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 9, 2013

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