One of my favorite love poems is this one by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, so I thought it would be an apt one to place on my manuscript.
This sonnet came from her Sonnets from the Portugese"
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 might 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.
Credits: Finecrafted Designs; the font is Princess

1 comment:
Ooooh, you old romantic you! Seriously, Debbie, this is a superb interpretation on the theme. Love it.
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