Not by Browning but by Beth , an elizabeth for sure
But what is love if not a softening
A small opening
A reckoning
Of joys
Bittersweet
Like a funeral with candy at the end,

So
I love with a ferocity that stirs the skies

I love until you are shaken inside…

No worries —she says it
With Love and conviction

Until I feel

IT ALL.