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.

                                                                                            By Elizabeth Browning


How long such suspension may linger?
Ah, Sweet, The moment eternal
--just that and no more--
When ecstasy's utmost we clutch at the core,
While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut, and lips meet!

                              By Robert Browning

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You inspire me so.

by Peter McWilliams

Your innocence and worldliness.
Your presence when you're here
and your letters when you're not.
Your phone calls
Your support.

I love you for choosing me.
I choose you for loving me.

You are as necessary to me as
water to fish,
air to birds or
clichés to my poetry.



I can't imagine what
I did without you. Oh yes,
I remember: I suffered.