How do I love thee <br />Let me count <br />Wait can't do that <br />Been done <br /> <br />Shall I tell thee of my love <br />No, been done too <br /> <br />She walks in beauty like the night <br />Can't do that either <br /> <br />She is quiet <br />She moves with the grace of circling gulls <br />High above the water <br />Round and round the spikey masts <br /> <br />Her strides are purposeful <br />Yet filled with the grace of nature <br /> <br />She takes my mind and leads me where we need to go <br />Not with force but love <br /> <br />She sets a table for kings <br />I know not where <br />She finds the fare <br />But yet it's there <br /> <br />Evening gowns fit her <br />Yet she spends her days in levis <br />Cut short against the southern sun <br />With shirts knotted high under perfect breasts <br /> <br />Fingers and tongue trace lines from chest <br />To places she knows like her own <br />And the cares of the day <br />Are lost in pieces of seconds <br /> <br />She sees the world <br />Through blue eyes <br />That have been witness <br />To more than just the good of life <br /> <br />Yet they are tender and <br />Filled with hope and love <br /> <br />She is my polaris <br />My true north <br />She guides my journey <br />With truth, and honesty, and love <br /> <br />Most of all <br />With love<br /><br />seamus mullins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-75/
