How do I Love Thee
E (you know I AM going to post his name one of these times - I am just a little 'weirded out' about it BECAUSE of his name - not for any other reason - it's just WAY to freakin' ironic and downright well weird)...
Anyway he was very kind and thoughtful, and bought some gifts - one was a book for my son turning 18 - it was a magnificent present, and one he SHOULD treasure and I hope he will - I know I would:
For me he bought this book:
I giggled like a school-girl - I LOVE Babar and this book is actually really cool AND helpful.
To you my darling I say thanks - for being so wonderful and I leave you with this (by rote - BTW)
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How Do I Love Thee
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.
- - Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Anyway he was very kind and thoughtful, and bought some gifts - one was a book for my son turning 18 - it was a magnificent present, and one he SHOULD treasure and I hope he will - I know I would:
For me he bought this book:
I giggled like a school-girl - I LOVE Babar and this book is actually really cool AND helpful.
To you my darling I say thanks - for being so wonderful and I leave you with this (by rote - BTW)
********
How Do I Love Thee
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.
- - Elizabeth Barrett Browning
posted by Colette at 9:45 AM
4 Comments:
My comments are tied to my profile, which has my name, so feel free to use it. I'm not worried about anyone finding out my super-secret identity.
"and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death."
I dunno. This line kind of seems like something out of "Fatal Attraction". Fortunately I don't have any rabbits.
um..yeah OK...
First off that's NOT why I am not using your name...
As to your second comment...
whatever...
Hi Pot! I'm Kettle. Nice to meet you.
Whatever, whatever. I don't to hear you complain the next time I say "whatever".
Look...
I said WHATEVER cause I am kind of 'surprised' with you being a good Catholic boy and all that you would find that 'line' in what for the most part is such a beautiful poem to be 'Fatal Attraction-esque' - well that and it kind of hurt you dissing me being romantic...
For what it's worth, I DO believe we love each other past this lifetime...but hey..what do *I* know
I hardly EVER say whatever to you Erin.
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