7.11.2005

| waking up |

its the best part.
those once-a-week mornings when the first thing i see is your face
and the first thing i feel are your arms around me.


by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and

heightMy soul can reach, when feeling out of sightFor the ends of Being and ideal Grace.I love

thee to the level of everyday'sMost 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 useIn my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.I love thee with a love I seemed to

loseWith 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."

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