How do I love thee?
Sometimes love can be so overwhelming that one runs out of words. Something similar happened to me. So on this bright Saturday morning I chanced upon this love poem, tucked away in the pages, weathered by time and age, in a book I cherish! Very apt, I say!
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 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 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.
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 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 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.
He-man you are a lucky man. Its high time someone wrote something like this for me. :P
ReplyDeleteThis is my favorite poem for my fiance.
ReplyDeleteNever understood the real meaning of the poem when I studied it in my literature class, but now, I understand it better...and better...each day!
ohh. my bad. i thought you wrote it. still he-man you are a lucky man and it is a beautiful poem.
ReplyDelete'I love thee with the passion put to use
ReplyDeleteIn 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!'
Who could say this better? And yet we keep writing...
Captivating
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