I cannot magnify my heart’s embrace
more than to say I love you, there’s an end.
Unto all things a season and a place,
but love has no enlargement, no amend.
Perfection and restraint each other crave.
I cannot say I am the perfect giver,
since all the love that I can ever have
is yours to keep forever round forever.
I hope it fills you with sweet happiness
and your own heart is pleased to magnify it.
If so, the world loves us, all seasons bless
us, just as hard as this is true, deny it.
And down the ages hence all who love thus
will but do honor and remember us.
Edward Wright Haile
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/zz-176-a-valentine-for-bess/
