When Do I Love Thee? (after Elizabeth Browning)

When do I love thee? Let me count the times.
Minute by minute by minute flies on past
And still and still I love you, most, not last.
Hour by hour by hour I’m still in thrall,
And days and days, and still you are my all.
Months and months and years, and lone-trip tears,
Then back again with joy that hugs and sears;
When time has lost, yet stands to win e’en more
When seconds are the present we adore;
When I am I and you are you, like rhymes
That ring each other with a clinging bliss,
And kiss the eager ear and never miss.
Here’s when I love you—when “when” is frothy shore
That gathers waves in timeless, countless times.

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