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!
3 comments:
Ah! So precious. What an honor to be his parent.
Wow, your son is really beautiful. You've got some really good shots of him.
Why thank you...I would have to agree haha :)
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