EBB

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 thee with the breath,

Smiles, tears, of all my life!---and, if God choose,

I shall but love thee better after death.

this is one poetry that is ever present in my life. and i wouldn't forget the names elizabeth barrett browning & henry wadsworth longfellow's i shot an arrow into the air...it fell to earth i knew not where...i hope i can find a copy of this... i guess my grade school class memorized these names till this day. our english teacher let us deliver this piece in front of the class almost in perfection.
then in high school...all four years. in college it's back again...but the meaning i truly felt only now that i have married...now is the time i can really say...LET ME COUNT THE WAYS...and it is just countless...


the Holiday is a feel good movie...great watch...