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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 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
Barrett Browning
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Love is patient, Love is kind, It does not envy, It is not rude, It is not self-seeking, It is not easily angered, It keeps no record of wrongs. Loves does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, Always trusts, Always hopes, Always perseveres. --1
Corinthians 13
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