this is a very beautiful poem نقره لتكبير أو تصغير الصورة ونقرتين لعرض الصورة في صفحة مستقلة بحجمها الطبيعيote by: Elizabeth Barret Browing
at the 18th century
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how do i thee... let me count the ways
i love thee to the depth and breadth and height
my soul can reach; when feelings 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 candlelaight
i love thee freely as men strive for right
i love thee purely as they turn from Praise
i love thee with 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