Poet Elizabeth Barrett Browning said in best in her own words:
“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 every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love 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.”
I’ve loved this poem since high school, but it means more now that I found Hubs. Now that I have a tangible person that I love with every fiber of my being, I adore the phenomenal words put together by Ms. Browning. I only wish I could express myself with half the artfulness that she uses. Anyway, until the day comes when I have a better way to say it, the words above are how much I love my hubs. I just wanted the world to know it too.