A Love Poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning How Do I Love Thee?
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breath 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 candlelight. I love thee freely, as man strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with 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. [/frame]