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 by candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn fromm 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 theee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my Life! - and if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. - taken from Elizabeth Barrett Browning's book...."Sonnets from the Portugese"