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 does 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 the love I seem to lose
With my lost saints - I love thee with the breadth
Smiles, tears, of all my life - and if God choose
I shall but love thee better after death
I was so moved by it that I text it down in my handphone. Hence, now sharing it. I dedicated this to my love. She said she liked it. Dunno whether she still keeps it with her. Hmm...

1 comment:
It's by Elizabeth Browning. A classic love poem that I've adored ever since I discovered it at the age of 14.
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