Can't Count

How do I love thee? Let me count

Beyond a hundred maybe, grows each day

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

I love the way you look at things

I love thy color of the hair

Your eyes as they melt me

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

The way you tell me your sleepy

The way thy tell me you just woke

For the ends of being and ideal grace.

I love thee to the level of every day's

Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.

I love the way you don’t, but you do

The way you say you cant, but you can

I love the way you like the way i like you

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.