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Sonnet 43 - How do I love thee? Let me count the ways by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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.

Expressions of Two Hearts

Whose are these two hearts,
Adrift in a mire,
Do the two touch and another,
passing through the dark cobweb corners of the mind.

Like unto the Kwanzan Flowering Cherry tree,
Where the petals fell there is a glow and those,
That were there remember so well.
The rise and fall of the chest gone wild.

The apricot smell of your hair I remember so well,
the light fragrance of soap mingled with strong smell of musk,
The effect you had was one of Wisteria enveloping me,
The whole blue ray experience surround sound and all.

copyright 2/23/2012
Robin D. Ruffin