How Do I Love Thee
I came across this poem some time ago while browsing over the web. Feeling a little mushy, I just want to share it to all those who are in love, the romantics at heart, and for those who may have poem-reading assignments.
Sonnet XLIII: How Do I Love Thee
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’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 the 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.
How sweet. Will someone, someday, feel the same way and say these words to me? Oooppss! Naked! LOL.