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Submitted By: CrEaTiVe CaBoLiNe

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 candle-light.
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.
[Elizabeth wrote this poem to Robert; Robert’s reply: “Come grow old with me; the best is yet to be.”]
-Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Author: -Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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