What would it mean to say I loved you more,
More than sweet sighs of poets past proclaimed—
The essence of true love needs no compare
And by such measure, is in part defamed.
Why should sure bond need terms like ‘stronger than’?
Superlatives like ‘sweeter none shall be’;
Or, ‘Higher than an eagles soaring span,
Far broader than an ocean, lee to lee’?
No, peerless love cannot be judged in kind
Nor matched to unions on a former stage,
Pure love affirmed is not a cadenced rhyme
Borne by trite musings of a gallants’ rage;
It is a promise, here by heaven blessed
That when so true, needs nothing more professed.
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