Edgar wrote of Annabel Lee
Who lived in the kingdom by the sea.
I’d also like to write poetry
About my love to thee.
But feelings are hard to put into words.
How can I make it sweet like the chirping of the birds?
What sort of rhyme must I write
To let your emotions ignite?
Still, ideas escape me
Unlike Edgar who wrote about Annabel Lee.
My paper is still empty
And I still contemplate of that poetry
One that I’ll dedicate to thee.
How do I unlove thee?
Let me count the ways
I can bury myself deep
Under the ground I’ll be
‘Til my dying day
But I know that can never be
I can run all the way to the moon
He’d ask me why I haven’t been there soon
But being there would only make me long for you
Maybe I can live
At the bottom of the ocean
That would drown my longing
Or make it worse
I can try and think of more ways
But I know what is certain
I can never unlove thee
Shall I compare thee to a
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do
shake the darling buds of
And summer’s lease
hath all too short a
Sometime too hot the
eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime
By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimmed.
eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives
this, and this gives life to thee.
– William Shakespeare
How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use In my old griefs,
and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, —
I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! —
and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning