It’s the day everybody is supposed to rejoice in love – I guess. So, February 14th is the only day to honor your loved one? To celebrate love? Love really is a many splendored thing, but it hardly needs it’s own special day (that is, unless you’re in the business of selling chocolates, cards, flowers and jewelry then of course!!).
But for the mushiest poem you can possibly conceive this is it.
Enjoy your Hallmark holiday! XOXO
How Do I Love Thee
by Elizabeth Barrett 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 a 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.