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 every day,
Most quiet need by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely as men 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 my childhood's faith.
I love thee with the love I seem to lose with my lost saints.
I love thee with the breath,
Smiles,
Tears of my life,
And if God choose,
I shall love thee better after death.
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 every day,
Most quiet need by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely as men 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 my childhood's faith.
I love thee with the love I seem to lose with my lost saints.
I love thee with the breath,
Smiles,
Tears of all my life,
And if God choose,
I shall love but thee better after death.