'How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.'
Love for the heart that shines and calls to me
That has space for everyone in the world
Whose primary interest is to give
And to give and give and giveLove for the alive, eternal spirit
That glows like moonlight from inside you
That sparks and crackles, firelike
That speaks of God forever and anon.Love for the soul that Jesus died and saved
The soul washed and scrubbed in holy blood
Always working out its final destination
Battling, battling, on and on for its first LoveLove for the mind that never rests
(That really needs to relax every now and again)
The mind - the evergreen garden, forest of idea flowers
Rushing on and on over the rocks, only stopping for exhaustionLove for the man that I still know
Whose death will make me weep for years
Who built me a bike, sang me a song
Taught me to pray, gave me his kissThe man who can smile and make the sun rise
The man who can do anything he puts his mind to
The man who knows how to care for the sick and lonely
Sir Marco, as he stands, redeemed by grace.
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