I Love Thee in A Thousand Unsaid Profound Ways

In response to Elizabeth Browning's Sonnet- How Do I Love Thee:

‘How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.’

That was what Elizabeth had timelessly said, but I say –

I love thee! I love thee in a thousand unsaid profound ways

for my love is silent and yet now my heart has speak

that I, honestly, could hardly breathe.

I love thee just as how you love the moon,

the lunaris which infinitely stayed beyond earthly joy and sorrow.

I am no metaphysical poet and yet I love thee

just as how He loves his creation, but I know that’s beyond what I can.

But my soul had a glance to its future, and look yonder –

I love thee as to whatever extremes, I know my love will endure.

Endures like the time-honored civilizations standing still today,

like how the Catholic religion survives, Oh my love I pray.

My love is so strong-willed as Nazis, yet tender like the Jewish Anne.

I love thee, and you, like the cold waters which upwells in the ocean

you have nurtured my transient being in its hopeful entirety.

I love thee much more as you held my hands so passionately; and

like the indefinite scale of the world that Euclid’s geometry can’t solve

I love thee for indeterminate reasons at all.

For, in truth, I love thee for love sake only,

since it’s the only way that my love could outlast eternity.