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 Barrett Browning in Poets.org
I love thee as the first water in a desert.
I love thee with all of the words that my mouth doesn't dare to say...
I love thee as if he knew me and I knew him a long long time ago, though we'd never seen each other before...
I love thee because I've met love the first time trought the sound of his eyes...
Love never had looked at me that way.
I'd never looked at him ...the miracle was that we saw each other...
I'm staring at you...
I keep staring at...
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