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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.
Elizabeth Barrnett Browning
What's in a name ? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell
as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called.
William Shakespeare
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She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And
all that's best of dark and bright,
Meet in the aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven
and gaudy day denies.
Lord Byron
If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were lov'd by wife, then
thee;
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me ye women you can
I prize thy love more than whole mines og
Gold.
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from
thee, give recompense.
Thy love is such I can no way repay,
The heavens reward thee manifold repay,
Then while we
live, in love let's so persevere
That when we live no more, we may live ever.
Ann Bradstreet
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