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
I actually hate your fucking guts. I won first place in speech competitions reciting this bull shit in Lafayette, Indiana when I was a high school kid at Sullivan High School forced onto buses to speech tournaments on weekends at 6:00 a.m. I had to recite this b s all day long. The poem literally sucks to me now in my old age. How do I love thee, my ass.
Always Christian with love at Anne Fisher Foundation.