Love is: The ability and willingness to allow those that you care for to be what they choose for themselves, without any insistence that they satisfy you.
-Elizabeth Barret Browning to Robert Browning
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 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 theee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!-and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Summum Bonum -Robert Browning about Elizabeth
All the breath and the bloom of the
year in the bag of one bee:
All the wonder and wealth of the mine in
the heart of one gem:
In the core of one pearl all the shade and the
shine of the sea:
Breath and bloom, shade and shine,-wonder,
wealth, and-how far above them-
Truth, that's brighter than gem,
Trust, that's purer than pearl,-
Brightest truth, purest trust in the universe-
all were for me
In the kiss of one girl.
Have a very Happy Day!
Esmee Lynne