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.
Sonnets from the Portuguese, 43
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Love is, above all else, the gift of oneself.
Jean Anouilh (1910 - 1987)
3 comments:
Happy Valentine's Day, Gewels!! I have a sweet pair of Vera Wang's with your name written all over them........if you like pink, that is. See you soon!
red dirt girl
Hope you had a good weekend. Happy belated Valentine's Day. Take care of you... talk to you soon.
Linds
Hey Gewels...
Thanks for the wish...and the comments. I laughed when I read your post about being a grandmother, as the same day I took a pregnancy test, and found out that I am also "with child." Talk about shock and awe. The nausea has passed, but the moving isn't finished...long weekend ahead. Life is astonishing sometimes.
Melissa
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