Love’S Paradox

I love you more with every rising day With every waning sun I love you more. Love walketh with me on the outward way, It stands to meet me at the open door. It singeth low when other sounds clash loud; It keeps me lonely ’mid a changing crowd.

I love you most when I am far away; I love you most when on your heart I rest; I love you most when rapture has its sway, I love you in your still caresses best. In restfulness, or when your pulses beat-- All times, forever, most I love you, Sweet!