"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."
~Elizabeth Barrett Browning.