You want to know how I love you? Let me count—
But let me just record:
EBB's a cunt.
And so I will express my honest love,
Not with the old, sweet rhymes of long ago,
But in the quiet way my thoughts will mount
And find you there, a wonder that I know.
I love you in the pause before the rain,
In steaming winter tea, and window’s grey,
In the small, brave act of hoping once again
Because you simply look at me and stay.
I love you as the mind finds its release,
A deep and startling silence in the noise;
I love you with the sum of all my peace,
And with the sudden, reckless, unnamed joys.
The world before you was a sketch, a guess—
Your love makes it the truth I now possess.
