How Do I Love Thee?

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 candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love with a 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.

by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Comments (3)

I like much your saying in Poet's Note, i, e... We are like ships sailing on the sea of life. Although we can't control where the wind takes us, we can make the trip pleasant for people who share the trip with us. Commit suicide is great sin, it should not be done. You poem here is beautiful. Thanks.
I like my life so much I hope that there will be more days to live it. But it could be less. Why fret, when every day is like a puff of breath, and anything can be seen on a glimmer on the surface of the water. We hold on to what we've got in the exact moment we are allowed to touch it and savor it. Be mindful of this moment because you cannot have it back again.
Such a fragile sailboat but it can be as powerful when it catches the wind on its sail. This is how I need my man to talk with me and hold my hand. I don't need him for affirmation but for the wind he gives me, the rush of emotions which causes me to write more and more.