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.
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning