How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach....
~Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune!
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
~George Gordon, Lord Byron
Come my Celia, let us prove,
While we can, the sports of love;
Time will not be ours forever.
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
~Edgar Allan Poe
I will know deep in my heart,
The only dream that mattered,
had come true....
In this life, I was loved by you.
All thoughts, all passions, all delights,
Whatever stirs this mortal frame,
All are but ministers of love
And feed this sacred flame.
~Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove,
That valleys, groves, hills and fields,
Woods or steepy mountains yields.
I seem to have loved you
in numberless forms,
in life after life,
in age after age forever.
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