Call me hopeless romantic - I don't care (because only very few know that I am, so, it does not really matter). But one of the best poems for me is How Do I Love Thee or Sonnet 43 from Elizabeth Barrett Browning's Sonnets from the Portuguese. 

How do I love thee by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

And here's my own poem starting from its last line: (Hope you like it! :))

Love is Forever by Me

I shall but love thee better after death
for even then I will be with you;
we will share the sweetest heavenly scent
of love in its purest form and shape; one that is infinite.
I shall be with you forever,
I'll hold your hand 'till the very end
I will shout it to the world, I'll let them see
that life has been worth living, for you are with me.
Death may put an end to our lives; 
may kill us both and take our breaths,
But love does not die, so do our spirits
it lives forever, and it dwells in our deepest.... 
For we crossed all boarders, crossed all seas
and ended up in each others' arms.
When death has brought us up to this,
My love will not change - and so will I. 
I will remain loyal to you, for I LOVE YOU with all my life.

#creativewritingSept14