Oh dear, this hasn’t turned out like I expected! I was going to do a light-hearted little thing but for some reason I came up with the idea of using Elizabeth Barrett Browning and it all went downhill from there!!!
I really tend to struggle with form so why I went for a sonnet is anyone’s guess. Sadly it’s not biting or witty or even mildly amusing, more depressing. Ah well, it’s maybe more of an updating, and I’m fiddling no more!
Do I still love you? That’s a valid point.
I thought I loved the very bones of you,
That we were soul mates, lovers through and through.
Complacency can leave a fatal taint
That grows and spreads quite inexorably
Until it’s shadow dims the brightest light.
We didn’t even care enough to fight
for the love that we once held so dearly.
I did love you, but somehow passion died,
Leaving a tiny bruise upon my heart.
I said I loved you, but you knew I lied
My answer, then, you’ve known it from the start.
If we can’t feel anything, side by side,
let’s hope we find some happiness apart.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 1806 – 1861
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 every day’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 the 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.