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 feelings 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 candle-light
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right.
I love thee pruely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a with a love I seemed to lose.
With my lost Saints!---I love thee with my breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my Life!---and if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Sonnet 43-From the Portuguese
by-Elizabeth Barrett Browning
4/25/03 Betty