Love's Paradox

I love you more with every rising dayWith 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!