Most Ardently, Most Passionately
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!