"How do I love her? Let me count the ways
I love her with the warmth of the summer mornings
As the gentle Russian breeze
Blows every serene bud away
I love her by the coolness of evening dew
As the brightly-lit horizon
Smiles down in an enchanting way
I love her by each and every page
The Holy Words would tell;
I love her As firmly as the sturdy maple
No, my words for her won’t fail
And if these are not enough
For her that I adore,why I shall but love her
Until I can love no more"
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