My love is boundless, and so uncontained
That no one may describe where it can end;
It is so free, so fully unrestrained
That though deep contemplation may yet lend
Pretended comprehendibility
To it, it cannot help but over flow
The limit that my thoughts suggest to me.
It reaches out so far that I can go
Beyond imagination and still find
Its presence, deeply felt and immanent.
It stretches on outside my paltry mind
Nor is its power ever fully spent.
My love, indeed, is like the World Wide Web;
It springs beyond all thought of pause or ebb.
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