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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 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.

by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I couldn't compose a single prose for you, for I fear that it might just ridicule of how I feel for you, for I love you to the greatest depth of feelings and my own words will never potray the truth. The love is a beauty by itself, and I will not corrupt it by my cheaply chosen words,inadequate and silly.

Thank you for your love.