SONNET


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 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 grieves, 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

I shall but love thee better after death.

thanx alice ...very nic e ...keep writing & enriching us
:D :D

والله حلوة كتير ... :D :D