English poet.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
If thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only. Do not say
Indeed this very love which is my boast, And which, when rising up from breast to brow,
Beloved, my Beloved, when I think That thou wast in the world a year ago,
Which is the weakest thing of all Mine heart can ponder?
Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers Plucked in the garden, all the summer through
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
When we met first and loved, I did not build Upon the event with marble. Could it mean
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
If thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only. Do not say
Indeed this very love which is my boast, And which, when rising up from breast to brow,
Beloved, my Beloved, when I think That thou wast in the world a year ago,
Which is the weakest thing of all Mine heart can ponder?
Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers Plucked in the garden, all the summer through
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
When we met first and loved, I did not build Upon the event with marble. Could it mean